The engagement ceremony continued in full swing, the grand hall alive with music, laughter, and the endless murmurs of nobles. Everyone was intrigued by this alliance, the third prince's faction... Not so much.
The empire had come together to witness this momentous occasion—an alliance between the Prince and the Saintess, a union that solidified Annora's position as the future Empress.
And, of course, Edward was present.
As the Head Priest, it was expected. His presence legitimized the engagement, giving it the blessing of the divine. It was an honor, a tradition.
But to those who knew him, Edward's presence meant more than mere obligation.
He stood near the altar, watching the festivities with an air of practiced serenity. The golden embroidery on his ceremonial robes shimmered under the candlelight, his pale hands clasped together in front of him. His lips were curved into a polite smile, but his eyes—his sharp, calculating eyes—missed nothing.
