The nobles began arriving one at a time, each one arriving in grand style. With every arrival, the master of ceremonies would announce them to the people already around, gathering stares of various kinds.
However, as much as everything seemed elegant and proper on the outside, there was a silent pressure on the shoulders of the people gathered in the ceremonial and grand halls of the king. Everyone knew something was going to happen, just not how.
The grand hall shimmered under the soft glow of the enchanted chandeliers, their crystal facets scattering light across the vaulted ceiling. Tall, arched windows framed the night sky, and moonlight poured in to mingle with the warm golden hue of the chandeliers.
Banners bearing royal insignias swayed gently above, and a crimson carpet stretched from the towering double doors to the thrones at the far end. The atmosphere was rich with the scent of polished wood, blooming night roses, and the subtle spice of a royal feast waiting beyond.
