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Everyone present immediately rose to their feet, one after another, as soon as they caught sight of the new arrival. Chairs shifted softly against the polished floor, and every gaze turned toward the entrance with instinctive discipline. Without exception, they bowed their heads with deep respect, voices uniting in a single tone, "We greet Your Highness."
"No need for formalities, please, sit."
Zara stepped inside with a faint, composed smile resting on her lips, her movements calm and unhurried as if she carried a quiet authority that needed no display. She wore a beautiful white and green dress that flowed gently with each step, its colors blending in a way that reflected both purity and vitality. Her short hair shimmered under the hall's light like a cascading golden waterfall, catching every flicker of brightness, while her radiant face seemed almost unreal, a dream sculpted into reality for every man within the empire.
