The streets of Tharvaldur were overflowing with people. Dwarves, merchants, and families pressed against each other, all moving toward the same destination: the underground castle where the kingdom's future would be announced. The air was thick with tension, a mix of nervousness and anticipation after everything that had happened.
Noel walked through the crowd with Elena at his side. He wore the dark green suit he had bought at Noriel's shop, sharp and formal, making him look more like a noble than a student. Elena was dressed in a pale yellow gown, simple but elegant, her platinum hair loose over her shoulders.
At the castle's steps, Elyra was already waiting. She wore a deep red dress that clung to her form, her long black hair braided neatly, and her grey eyes scanning the scene with a calm, assessing gaze.
Elyra smiled as they approached. "You arrived early."
Noel shrugged. "Didn't want to miss the drunkard's coronation. You look good in that dress."
