The Arrival of Lady Sasha Suncrest
"My King. My Queen. My Prince. My Princess…"
The herald's voice carried through the courtyard, each word measured, deliberate, echoing against marble and sunlight.
She paused—an intentional breath—turning toward the grand entrance framed by vines heavy with blooms and strands of gold light filtering through the air.
"…Lady Sasha Suncrest has arrived."
The courtyard went still. Even the wind seemed to pause, as if the world itself leaned in to listen. The fountain's gentle murmur grew louder, the sound of falling water sharp in the silence. Banners swayed lazily, their silken edges brushing the carved pillars that surrounded the open space.
Victor stood with Ania beside him, Ben and Anna seated a few paces away. For a moment, no one moved. Then, faint and distant, came the soft rhythm of footsteps—measured, confident, almost regal in their pace.
