The palace had become louder overnight.
Not chaotic.
Alive.
Voices filled the halls from morning until dusk.
Servants moving between chambers.
Guards escorting arriving packs.
Elders discussing ceremony arrangements in low, serious tones.
Every corner of the palace carried movement now.
And at the center of it
Lyra.
“This table is too far back.”
The attendant immediately straightened.
“My Queen?”
Lyra pointed toward the lower section of the hall where several tables had already been arranged.
“If they sit there, they won’t be able to see the ritual clearly.”
One of the organizers hesitated carefully.
“Those seats were arranged according to rank.”
Lyra turned toward him fully.
“And?”
The man paused.
Lyra walked closer to the arrangement layout spread across the table.
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