[Human Kingdom - Capital.]
Elara, leaning casually against the corner of their table, surveyed the throng of high-ranking guests filling the elaborate hall. A cynical smirk played on her lips.
"Seems they will be a show today," she muttered to her comrades.
"Show?" Precious followed Elara's gaze, settling on a cluster of three elderly men positioned near the main pillars. They weren't from the widely known top families, yet they commanded a noticeable presence and influence, and power.
"Those three? Could they be... The old guards?" Precious asked, a thread of confusion in her voice.
"Yes. Those are the late King's maternal uncles," Ethan answered with a slight frown, adjusting his collar. "The removal of the royal power that was vested in their names during the transition is surely not sitting well with them. They'll be boiling in silent rage, and they will absolutely make things difficult for the Boss today."
