"Presenting His Imperial Highness, Crown Prince Gillian Sylvaris, and Her Imperial Highness, Princess Iryna Sylvaris of the Solaric Empire!"
As the echoes of the announcement faded, the massive doors began to groan open, revealing the cavernous space within.
The Throne Room was filled with the scent of old incense and the overwhelming pressure radiating from the man seated on the throne. King Alderon did not merely occupy the throne, he dominated it. His presence was a seasoned, more weathered version of Zarius's, a true Alpha whose authority felt like a physical weight against the lungs of anyone who entered his radius.
As the doors groaned open, Gillian led the way, his stride measured and his expression a mask of royal composure. Beside him, Iryna moved with a quiet, ethereal grace that seemed to defy the grim, stone-cold atmosphere of the court. When they reached the center of the hall, Gillian stopped and placed a hand over his chest before lowering into a deep, formal bow.
