"Your Majesty, the Siren King requests your presence."
Almer checked the time. "Ah, I suppose I cannot put this off any longer."
He quickly changed into his formal attire and let out a lazy yawn. "Let's go. Time to pay our respects to the ruler of the Sea Race."
Every conceivable spot on his white military uniform was encrusted with diamonds, carefully placed so as not to ruin the aesthetic or undermine the majesty of the Starbeast Empire. He practically broadcasted to the entire world just how much he obsessed over gemstones. Such excessive decoration should have looked utterly gaudy, but on Almer, it radiated nothing but pure extravagance.
The moment he stepped out the door, his childish, lackadaisical aura vanished without a trace, replaced by a calm, composed, and unshakeable confidence. Only now did he truly look like His Empire Majesty of the Starbeast Empire.
