Helena stood there frozen; she didn’t know what to do next. Should she tell them to rise? Is there a hand signal that royalties do for them to do that? Or does she just directly tell them? Before she could even make up her mind, she saw Phoenix walking out of the big wooden doors with a man that looked like he was in his sixties. Her mate looked dashing, wearing a navy blue dress shirt with sleeves folded all the way to his elbows, black pants and loafers, while the man was dressed like a butler straight out of the movies.
Phoenix walked towards her; she noticed the people who were already bowing down seemed to be shaking in his presence while her mate strutted down like a model between them elegantly. He stopped walking when he was a few inches from her. Everyone seemed to be holding the
