Damien squeezed her hand reassuringly. "We'll get through it together."
She looked up at him and nodded. Together, they could face anything.
The conference room was packed with members of the press, their cameras flashing in turns as murmurs filled the air. Reporters sat in rows, all eager for the news the royal family was about to share.
At the center of the room stood a grand podium which was designed for the king. Damien, dressed in a black suit, stood tall behind it, radiating authority. Elenor stood to the side, her hands clasped in front of her, nervous yet composed.
As the royal family entered, the room quieted almost instantly. All eyes were on Damien as he stepped up to the microphone.
"Good afternoon," Damien began, his deep voice resonating through the room. "Thank you all
