Arrival of Lord Shan and Lady Sasha
Ravor spun again towards Victor and Ania as they entered the center of the hall, the shining floor mirroring the gentle light of chandeliers above. His steps were measured, nearly ritual, but there was the subtle warmth in how he bowed, the kind that didn't insist on notice but drew it inevitably. "My prince.". My princess… His voice rang out across the hall, firm and respectful, but there was a hint of gentleness beneath, a quiet assurance of loyalty and tenderness.
