The grand throne room of Kyrador's glass castle was a sight to behold, even for those who walked its polished floors daily. Tall marble pillars lined the room, their surfaces adorned with intricate gold leaf that caught the light from the chandeliers overhead. The air was thick with the mingled scents of lavender, honeyed wine, and the musky aroma of burning wax from countless candles.
Nobles drifted through the court like exotic birds in a gilded cage, their silks and satins whispering secrets as they moved. The distant melodies of the orchestra resonated against the walls, while the constant murmur of courtiers' chatter swirled beneath, an undercurrent to the music.
Amidst all this splendor sat Crown Prince Callum Silvermark, slouched upon his ornate throne. He struggled to keep his ey
