Even the elite men were smiling from ear to ear as they watched their prince, no, their king, so majestically speaking up there and looking at the vampires who seemed to have fallen into a trance.
After the speech, Gavriel was swamped by more things he had to deal with first and foremost. It was daylight again when he and his men were alone in a hall and were finally able to get some peace and quiet from all the hustle and bustle of the previous days.
"Congratulation Your High…" Levy cleared his throat. "Your Majesty." He grinned wide and the rest followed suit, bowing at him in reverence and awe.
"Stop grinning already, Levy. You'll turn into a Cheshire cat." Gavriel smirked at him.
"I can't help it! I am so happy for His Majesty." The drama king and his one-man show kicked in again and they just laughed at his clowning around.
