The Second Prince's presence was not overwhelming like a warrior's aura or a mage's pressure.
It was refined, the natural authority of someone accustomed to standing above others.
"Esteemed guests," he began, voice steady and warm, carrying effortlessly across the grand hall. "We thank you all for attending tonight's banquet."
A wave of polite applause rippled through the room.
The prince nodded lightly, allowing it to fade before continuing.
"Tonight is not just a celebration," he said. "It is a reminder of our unity, our strength, and our shared future."
Michael blinked.
Seria straightened subtly, as if expecting this part.
The prince continued with smooth confidence.
"Our Lionheart Kingdom, though younger than some surrounding us, has carved its name into history with unwavering resolve."
"Our warriors stand unmatched."
"Our scholars are sought after by courts across the lands."
More nobles murmured approvingly.
Michael listened politely.
