Seron looked razor-sharp in his tailored suit, a man who already felt the weight of the crown on his head.
As he strode into the Byron Empire headquarters with Acacia trailing behind him, he could feel the shift in the air.
Even the employees looked at him differently today; they knew this was his moment. He had arrived at 9:00 AM, two hours before the board meeting, determined to ensure the path to the throne was clear of any last-minute obstacles.
"Aunt," Seron called out as Mia and Malvin approached.
Mia was dressed in a striking, pure white ensemble, looking less like a princess and more like a queen about to claim her inheritance. Despite her age, she possessed a sharp, cold beauty that commanded the room. Beside her, Acacia, vibrant and defiant in a bold yellow dress, suddenly felt like a bright splash of paint on a monochrome canvas, glaringly out of place among the old-money sharks.
