In the Valemere Kingdom, in the capital, Esmire, within the royal grounds, in the heart of the main palace—currently, the banquet celebrating the foundation day of the kingdom was still in full swing. The grand hall shimmered under the crystal lamps, as soft music played and tables overflowed with fine wine and delicacies.
The atmosphere was merry… at least for those who supported the fourth prince, who had just been selected as the crown prince.
For the others? They were quietly wondering how to change their allegiance, scrambling in their thoughts to patch up the situation they now found themselves in.
Seemingly uncaring about all of that, inside one of the palace's terraces, stood the said fourth prince.
He wore while ceremonial robes with silver dragons and stars, a flowing mantle clasped with white-gold pattern, and a thin silver circlet marking his new title.
