The night of the proclamation turned into celebration. Music filled the halls, drums and strings rising above the roar of voices. Servants hurried between long tables heavy with food and wine, while nobles laughed freely, their caution forgotten.
Even beyond the palace walls the people rejoiced. The bell still tolled at intervals, and each time it rang the forecourt erupted with cheers. Dancers spun in the streets, mothers lifted children to see the glow of the torches above the gates, and soldiers shared cups with commoners as though all were one.
Metheea let herself smile. For the first time since her return to Katarthan, she felt the weight of fear lift. The people were united. The court was alive. For one night, at least, the empire was whole.
