The royal breakfast hall was alive with energy, brighter than it had been in weeks. Sunlight streamed through the enormous stained-glass windows, catching the golden rims of the cups and glinting off polished silverware. Aromas of fresh bread, sizzling meats, and sweet pastries filled the air.
Aliena entered with her usual poise, though a little more confident than yesterday. She had dressed simply, yet elegantly—her hair tied back neatly, the faintest shimmer in her eyes, and the unmistakable glint of the ring on her finger.
Sebastian was already there, seated at the head of the table, the king and queen weren't present for breakfast so he took that position, looking far too composed for someone who had spent last night in a tense, intimate embrace. His posture radiated command, though the subtle curl of a smirk at Aliena's arrival gave away his amusement.
