Evelina inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
And then—
She stepped inside.
The moment Evelina stepped inside the throne room, everything stopped.
The hum of quiet conversation, the soft shuffle of movement—it all ceased.
The tension in the air was suffocating.
Her deep blue eyes flickered over the room, quickly assessing the situation.
At the end of the hall, sitting on the raised platform, was King Lucian, Damian's father. His sharp silver eyes scanned the room with a calm intensity.
Next to him, Damian sat rigidly. His facial expression was hard to read, but Evelina noticed his fingers tapping on the armrest, showing that he was slightly annoyed.
To the side, Lord Luther stood silently, watching everything with his usual calculating gaze.
But it wasn't the Arcadian royals that had the room holding its breath.
No.
It was the guests.
Across the hall, standing in deep navy and silver attire, were the visitors from OakenShaw.
And standing right at the front—
Blaze.
