{Third Person}
The Queen's receiving hall was already filled by the time Amara arrived.
The atmosphere felt different, denser.
Every seat was occupied, every figure composed, yet beneath it all lingered something sharp, like quiet anticipation, waiting for the right moment to surface.
Amara stepped in beside Mrs. Woods, and for a brief second, the room seemed to shift subtly. Conversations softened. Gazes lifted. Attention turned.
She felt it immediately. She was the only human in the room, and it showed.
At the head of the hall, Queen Lysandra sat with effortless authority, her posture elegant as always, her expression calm, but her eyes were already on Amara, watching with measured scrutiny.
To one side, Elowen sat comfortably, her presence the only visibly relaxed one in the room. The moment she saw Amara, her face brightened slightly, though she didn't wave or call out, clearly aware of where they were.
