I roll my eyes. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
As we head toward the banquet hall, I can't help but smirk. If nothing else, tonight will be… interesting.
The grand doors loom ahead, towering slabs of obsidian carved with intricate depictions of battles, victories, and the unmistakable silhouette of my mothers, their figures immortalized in gilded inlays. Beyond them, the murmur of hundreds of voices fills the air, a low, anxious hum of anticipation.
[I can feel the fear from here. It's delicious.]
It is.
Two guards, clad in ceremonial armor, push the doors open with synchronized precision. The moment they do, the hall erupts into applause though I can tell half the nobles are just clapping because not clapping might be considered treason.
