The day of the council meeting had finally arrived.
It was a day the entire kingdom had been waiting for, a day that would decide the future of House Obsidian and perhaps the fate of Lycoria itself.
The royal palace had been awake long before sunrise. Servants hurried through the grand halls polishing marble floors, hanging banners bearing the royal crest, and preparing the council chamber for the gathering of every influential noble in the kingdom..
Adrian dressed with deliberate care.
He wore the traditional royal colors of House Obsidian, a deep blue robe embroidered with intricate black patterns that shimmered under the morning light. The garment represented the birthright he refused to surrender. Every fold of the robe reminded him that he had been born the first prince. Born to inherit.
No matter what anyone said, today he would not bow.
Across another wing of the palace, Enzo prepared in silence.
