The Grand Hall had been transformed into something that exceeded mere opulence, entering territory where wealth became an almost abstract concept. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, each one containing enough enchanted gemstones to fund a town's annual budget. Silk banners bearing the Royal crest alternated with those displaying the Dragonheart sigil, the blue and silver threading catching light in ways that made the fabric seem alive.
Raze stood in a preparation chamber adjacent to the main hall, his formal attire feeling simultaneously perfect and utterly foreign. The deep blue coat fit like it had been grown rather than tailored, silver embroidery tracing patterns along the shoulders and cuffs that marked his house's colors. White shirt beneath, black pants, boots polished to mirror finish. He looked like nobility despite knowing the truth.
