Vivian's father's eyes met his, and he gave a small smile, though it looked a little awkward.
His grandfather, on the other hand, waved his hand with a proud smile, his sharp eyes softening for a brief moment.
Vivian nodded lightly in return before turning his gaze toward the raised platform at the center of the hall.
There, a long red carpet stretched all the way from the large doors of the audience chamber to the highest point of the floor.
At the end of it stood the royal throne.
The throne was huge and truly magnificent.
It was made of gold and decorated with rare jewels that sparkled under the light.
Every part of it looked like it had been made with great care, showing the power and wealth of the Indrath Empire.
On the throne sat two people, a man and a woman.
The man had short blond hair and clear blue eyes.
He looked a little like the Third Prince, but far more handsome and dignified.
