The morning at the Devano Mansion felt like a bustling military headquarters. Alaric stood before a floor-to-ceiling mirror, donning a bespoke black tuxedo tailored in London. Anna was breathtaking in an emerald silk evening gown that exposed her elegant shoulders—prompting Alaric to steal several lingering kisses on her neck until she had to playfully push him away to fix her makeup.
Lucifer was already prepared, looking like a slightly more "approachable" miniature version of Alaric in his tiny suit and bowtie.
"Lucifer, your mission?" Alaric asked as he strapped on his Richard Mille timepiece.
"Stay close to Mama. Do not speak to strangers. And... keep an eye on Theia," Lucifer answered firmly.
And Aletheia? The Crown Princess wore a voluminous white dress adorned with a diamond-encrusted hair ribbon. She wasn't carried by a nanny; instead, she sat regally in the crook of Alaric's powerful left arm.
