Just as Liam's voice melted in the hall, the herald struck the floor with his staff, and at the same time, the sharp sound cut through the hall, crisp and commanding.
“By decree of the crown,” he announced, his voice carrying with practiced authority, “the greeting procession shall now commence.”
Upon saying that, the King and Queen rose in unison, and at that moment, they stood up, the air itself seemed to change.
Conversations died instantly, chairs shifted back in perfect coordination as everyone bowed deeply, heads lowered in reverence.
The King’s presence was overwhelming even from behind, his broad frame casting a long shadow as he stepped down from the dais. The Queen followed at his side, her movements unhurried and graceful, every step measured as though the world itself adj
