Minutes later, Ethan emerged from the private chamber, adjusting the cuffs of his robe. The soberly tailored gala suit, crafted from high-quality black fabric with elegant silver-thread embroidery, fit his frame smoothly. It maintained a refined yet imposing air, and the contrast with the black sword at his hip gave him a formidable presence.
Isabella, who was waiting for him in the corridor, gazed at him for a few seconds before breaking into a radiant smile.
"I have to admit the old man had good taste," the princess commented, delicately adjusting the lapel of Ethan's outfit. "You look incredible."
"It's still expensive clothing, but at least this lets me move around without sounding like a sack of coins," Ethan replied with a lazy smirk, offering her his arm.
The elderly butler, impressed by the youth's transformation and natural posture, offered an impeccable bow.
"This way, Your Excellencies. His Imperial Majesty awaits you in the Crown Chamber."
