If pale Alora created buzz in the hall among royals, Orla's arrival froze the entire hall excluding five - Zander, Eugenie, Freya, Alora, and Arihan who had seen Orla's state.
The royals couldn't believe that Orla, who looked so strong and fit just three months ago in the spring banquet, had turned so frail. She had become nothing but skin and bones, decked in heavy ceremonial garments.
Lothar looked unfazed when he walked, supporting his wife, and burying his urge to escort his wife back to her chambers.
Orla's presence wasn't required there, he could have completed the ceremony for her. But his wife wanted the greedy royals to be aware that being the chosen one for the throne wasn't all that glorifying.
Lothar's eyes brushed around the hall and settled on Alora who was staring at Orla. His brows quivered looking at her pale face but a smile graced as soon as her eyes shone when she met his gaze and her lips arched up.
