Daniel’s POV
The palace woke to drums.
Deep, thunderous beats rolled through the capital at dawn, vibrating through stone walls and into my bones. By the time I stepped into the kitchens, banners were already being spread out across balconies, servants rushing with bolts of silk, florists flooding the halls with the scent of fresh blooms.
The Grand Cultural Festival.
I had overheard whispers about it for days, since after the Royal contest ended but seeing the palace transform so quickly made my chest tighten. This wasn’t just a celebration. It was a test of loyalty, power, and of perfection.
And somehow, I was about to be dragged straight into its center yet again.
“Daniel.”
Arthur’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
I turned, bowing instantly. “Your Highness.”
He stood a
