The hall shifted instantly.
Every head lowered.
Even the most arrogant young heirs dipped into formal bows without hesitation.
Expressions changed across the room like a wave.
Leonard Vale and the two princes were certainly not in the best of moods.
Their reactions were subtle, but they were there.
Princess Priscilla was not someone they could ignore.
Michael watched the shift with mild curiosity.
He did not know the proper depth of royal etiquette, but he simply followed what the crowd did, lowering his head.
Yet anyone who glanced his way would have noticed something very simple.
His posture was relaxed and casual.
At the entrance, the heavy doors opened fully.
Soft footsteps echoed into the hall.
Princess Priscilla appeared, dressed in a deep blue gown embroidered with faint silver patterns. Her presence alone pressed against the hall with a quiet force.
The nobles kept their bows until her voice floated forward.
"Raise your heads."
They obeyed immediately.
