The murmurs surrounding Cathain finally faded as the ballroom shifted into quiet anticipation.
A distinguished attendee cleared his throat, commanding attention with a single gesture.
All eyes turned toward the throne as King Caisson rose to his feet, his regal presence undeniable.
The golden glow of the chandeliers reflected off his adorned robes, the deep crimson signifying strength, the embroidery woven with the empire's crest—his voice carrying the weight of centuries.
"Arndell has always thrived under wise leadership."
The king began, his tone steady, unwavering.
"Rulers are not merely born—they are forged through hardship, through discipline, through the will to serve rather than be served."
"Because Arndell is for the people, to the people... we only believe in maintaining our peace and helping our people. And it is high time for the future of Arndell to take shape, and mold its next ruler."
