In the throne hall, palace,
Queen Orla occupied the highest throne, with Lothar seated beside her. One step below, Eugenie and Zander maintained their regal posture. Another step down held two ornate chairs reserved for the royal princesses - Alora and Freya.
When Alora teleported into the throne room with Freya, the assembly's reaction was immediate. The rustle of fabric filled the air as nobles rose in unison, men bowing deeply while ladies sank into graceful curtsies. The sudden display of deference caught Alora off-guard, her cheeks warming as she realized they weren't just honoring the next crown princess but Sorcha's power inside her.
"Please, be seated," Alora said, her voice carrying clearly across the hall. Then she gracefully sat in the ornate chair.
The nobles settled into their temporary seats arranged for them, their eyes fixed on Alora with reverence and lingering apprehension.
