Daniel’s POV
The festival began with sound of
Laughter and Music. The soft clash of jewelry. The rustle of expensive robes brushing against marble floors.
I stood behind a carved pillar near the servants’ passage, watching the grand hall fill until it felt like the whole kingdom had poured inside.
Nobles arrived in colors so rich they almost hurt my eyes—some deep reds, some royal blues, some shining gold threads sewn into fabric I could never afford in my old life.
At the highest table sat the royal family.
The King, broad-shouldered and looking calm, he wore a crown that looked heavy enough to crush a weaker man. Beside him sat the Queen, her posture perfect, her smile elegant but cold. While Prince Arthur sat to the King’s right, dressed in black and silver looking so handsome,
