***
{Inside The Projection}
The Sultan's Hall was packed wall to wall, heavy with the low hum of murmurs.
Every gold-plated pillar caught the candlelight, brightening the hall to an extreme, though its occupants didn't seem to mind; every eye fixed on the Golden Throne at the far end.
An officiant stood before it, his spine straight as a spear.
"This night..."
His voice carried over the crowd.
"We stand here to celebrate our Lord's union with a most precious Lady—an example of our Holy City's achievement."
He stroked his long grey beard—
***
{Outside The Projection}
"THAT'S MEEEEEEEEEE! EVERYONE! LOOK! IT'S ME! I'M FAMOUS! MOTHER, YOUR SON IS..."
Ignoring the once always serious, grey-bearded man, the hall continued to watch.
His new friend, the scar-faced lady, was embraced as all Hell, however.
So, before he could embarrass her any further, she—
"SHUT UP."
Elbowed his kidney, nearly knocking him out.
***
{Inside The Projection}
