••{EROS'S POV}••
As I walk into the throne room, every head in the vast hall turns toward me. Even before I reach the dais, the entire court rises to their feet in unison. The weight of their expectant gazes presses down on me, reminding me of the responsibility I bear.
Rayn stands beside my throne, waiting for me with his hands clasped behind his back. I take my place upon the throne, the familiar cold surface beneath me grounding my senses. Raising my palm and nodding, I signal them to sit. Slowly, one by one, the nobles, advisors, military commanders, and dignitaries return to their places.
I glance at Rayn, now seated at my side before I face the royal court, sweeping my gaze across the room.
