Crystal lights shimmered from the ceiling of Valtherion's grand hall, scattering golden radiance into every corner of the room. Gentle music from royal stringed instruments floated through the air, blending with the delicate chime of crystal glasses and the hum of conversations among nobles from across the kingdoms.
Tonight, the guests wore their most splendid attire. Flowing robes, diamond brooches, and glittering gowns swayed gracefully as they moved within the golden-carved grandeur of the hall.
Mathien sat in the main seat, clad in a black robe embroidered with silver that draped regally. At his right were Queen Caelia and King Darius. One by one, ambassadors and high nobles approached to pay their respects.
But the king's eyes were not entirely on them.
Beyond the crowd, standing just behind the other servants, was a figure that persistently drew his gaze—Hana.
