The music shifted, and the servers cleared the aisle, the light dipped slightly warmer, and those who understood anything about power began to turn.
Because the King of Saha did not enter quietly.
Dax swept through the ballroom like a well-aimed dagger, all polished ease and coiled threat. His tailored black ensemble was lined in Sahan gold, sharp as a crest and unmistakably regal. He didn't smile and didn't acknowledge the gasps or the bows.
And beside him was Christopher Malek, or, as per sahan law and their marriage, Christopher Altera.
Chris wore a sahan omega robe in cream and black, tailored modestly but with the same etched gold embroidery that once only touched royal blood. A high collar swept around his neck, meeting a line of fine diamond mesh that shimmered just enough under the chandelier light. Every movement was quiet grace.
Lucas lowered his champagne, eyes narrowing slightly. "Is it me, or did he outdress Mia? She will kill him."
