A few days later,
The grand doors of the royal hall opened with a low, echoing creak under the moon.
The divine lunar light filtered through the tall stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the polished marble floor.
Nobles from all corners of the state had gathered, their glittering attire made from the finest and rich silk shining with wealth and ambition.
The air was thick with the smell of incense made from agarwood and murmuring of the nobles.
At the center of the hall, a long red carpet led to the throne where Queen Ellaria sat, draped in royal purple and gold. Her crown gleamed, and her posture radiated authority, though her eyes betrayed a faint nervous excitement.
Countess Serene and Grand Duchess Hester flanked her, both scanning the room with excitement. Queen has promised to promote Serene to duchess so, she was even more excited but not now.
