31 Bagian Sedang dalam proses The palace buzzed with an air of anticipation as Queen Celeste held her son, Zephyr, in a quiet embrace. For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to sink into her warmth, a son seeking comfort before the weight of his crown returned. Their peace was shattered when a breathless guard arrived, delivering urgent news-the Romanovs had arrived.
Zephyr followed his mother through the grand halls, the echoes of their footsteps swallowed by the looming expectations ahead. Inside the ballroom, all eyes were drawn to the distinguished guests. Emperor James stood with regal authority, Queen Consort Klare poised at his side. Their sons, the stoic Crown Prince Ariz and the enigmatic Prince Keric, held an air of quiet intensity.
Zephyr's gaze met Keric's across the room, a silent exchange passing between them-neither warm nor hostile, but charged with an unspoken weight. Before he could process it, Lady Maja's uncharacteristic enthusiasm drew attention as she eagerly approached Keric. Her mother, Duchess Athena, swiftly intervened, scolding her daughter for acting less like nobility and more like a love-struck girl.
The momentary distraction faded when a voice cut through the room, sending a shiver down Zephyr's spine. Prince Keric stood before him, his presence both commanding and dismissive. Addressing Zephyr with cool arrogance, he corrected him-Your Majesty, not Prince.
Zephyr barely masked his irritation. Titles were nothing more than tools of authority, but for Keric, they seemed to be a statement of dominance. The tension between them was undeniable, a silent battle of wills simmering beneath the grandeur of diplomacy. And though the night had only begun, Zephyr could already feel the shift-the beginning of something inevitable.