The heavy doors swung open, and King Liam, my father, stepped into the hall, followed by his wives.
Despite the exhaustion etched into the lines of his face, his presence was undeniable. He walked with a steady, rhythmic gait, nodding politely to the bowing nobles and occasionally exchanging a few words with the high-ranking dukes who lined his path to the throne.
I watched the entire procession from my corner by the dessert section.
However, my hands didn't stop moving.
I picked up a cream puff, popped it into my mouth, and chewed enthusiastically.
"Careful, Your Highness."
A melodic, teasing voice suddenly drifted from my side, cutting through the ambient noise.
"If you keep stuffing yourself like that, you might turn into a piglet before the night ends."
I froze mid-chew, instantly recognizing the voice.
'Gulp!' After hurriedly swallowing, I turned around with a bright, goofy smile plastered on my face.
