The sequence of events had already been thrown into disarray by Damian's interference. Each clan's gift had originally been intended to serve as an introduction, with its representative stepping forward to present the offering before formally introducing themselves to their Prince. However, by casually waving aside the entire ceremony and acknowledging only a select few clans by name, Damian had made one thing abundantly clear.
He already knew who they were.
The courtroom remained deathly silent as countless eyes stayed fixed upon the throne, waiting to see what this unpredictable Prince would do next.
Duke Dabin slowly stepped out from the line of ministers, his enormous frame immediately drawing every gaze within the courtroom. Reaching the center of the hall, he respectfully cupped his fists before lowering his head toward the elevated throne.
