The sharp click-clack of heels echoed across the grand marble floor—a sound clear and rhythmic, like a quiet drumbeat in the sacred silence of the hall.
The floor, made from seamless white marble, stretched unbroken from the throne room into the far-reaching hallways, its surface polished to a glass-like sheen. No lines, no tiles—only a pristine expanse that reflected the golden and white walls.
The sound reached Asher's ears and drew his gaze toward the entrance. He turned slightly, raising a brow with quiet curiosity just as his wife strode into the Sacred Hall with urgent grace. Her long coat fluttered faintly behind her as she moved, and her black heeled boots struck the floor with decisive intent.
Each step echoed with purpose, her silhouette framed by the towering double doors she had just passed through.
