"Silence, please."
I turned my head as King Priam rose from his seat, his aged but powerful presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
The feast stilled. The murmurs ceased.
And in the heavy silence that followed, I knew something important was about to be said.
Finally.
It was time for me to ask Kassandra's hand.
A hush fell over the grand hall the moment Priam raised his hand, signaling for silence. The lively chatter and bursts of laughter faded almost instantly as all eyes turned toward him. The air, once filled with the clinking of cups and the murmur of victorious revelry, now grew still in anticipation.
