Clap—!
Clap—!
The sharp sound echoed through the throne room, crisp and deliberate.
At once, the side doors opened.
Measured footsteps approached.
A young man stepped inside, his presence commanding without being overbearing—tall, well-built, clad in an immaculate formal uniform trimmed with gold and sapphire blue. His blond hair was neatly tied, his expression composed yet carrying a faint, knowing smile.
Crown Prince Elric of Solhaven.
Alice's fiancé.
"Father," Elric said, placing a hand over his chest as he inclined his upper body in a restrained, practiced bow. "You summoned me?"
The Emperor nodded, clearly pleased.
"Your timing is impeccable," he said. "I wanted you present for this."
Elric straightened. As if guided by instinct, his gaze shifted across the chamber—until it settled on Alice.
Their eyes met.
Only briefly.
Alice was the first to look away, lowering her gaze and performing a flawless courtesy, every movement precise and elegant.
