"Since the new King of Zura did sent me an inviation," Alaric began, his voice carrying easily across the vaulted hall, "How could I not come and grace Your Majesty's very special day?"
Gasps rippled through the gathered nobles. All eyes turned to the intruder who strode forward with the calm assurance of a man who belonged wherever he chose to stand.
Turik rose from the throne, his features twisting with fury."You! How audacious! This is not your Northem or your Calma, that you can barge in as you please. This is Zura!" His voice cracked like a whip. "Guards—seize him!"
Steel scraped against marble as soldiers moved—but an old minister lifted a trembling hand."Your Majesty… he bears an invitation."
The words fell into the hall like a drop of ink in water, spreading quiet confusion. Turik froze mid-command.
