The Day of Proclamation of Sucession.
The palace of Evandale had been dressed in splendor. Its vaulted ceilings glittered with chandeliers heavy with a thousand candles, their flames dancing like restless stars. Crimson banners embroidered with the golden sigil of the crown hung down in solemn majesty, while soldiers lined the marble walls with spears in hand, their armor gleaming like polished mirrors. The air was heavy with the scent of incense and perfumed oils, but heavier still with the weight of expectation.
