My legs felt unsteady as we crossed the length of the hall, every step echoed too loudly, as if the castle itself were announcing my presence, ‘look at her, look at the girl who doesn’t belong.’ I kept my gaze forward just as Liam instructed, my posture straight despite the way my heart threatened to claw its way out of my chest.
Meanwhile, the King sat tall on his throne, broad-shouldered and imposing, his silver-streaked hair pulled back neatly.
His eyes were sharp, assessing, the kind that missed nothing, next to him was the Queen, elegance incarnate, draped in ivory and gold, her expression serene but unreadable. Together, they radiated authority so absolute that my breath hitched.
Meanwhile, the hall was already filled, not just filled, but packed as nobles lined both sides like c
