Serena’s POV
The great hall buzzed with barely contained tension as the Obsidian King’s arrival became imminent. Servants hurried back and forth, laying out fresh linens and polishing silver that hadn’t seen use in years. I stood near the entrance, my simple dress exchanged for something more presentable at my father’s insistence, though the fabric felt like chains against my skin. Gale remained close by, a silent guardian, while Penelope hovered nervously beside me, her fingers twisting in the folds of her gown.
The sound of hooves thundering into the courtyard made my stomach clench. I lifted my chin, refusing to show the fear clawing at my insides. Moments later, Alaric strode through the doors like he owned the very stones beneath his feet. His presence filled the room—tall, broad-sh
