Kyren and Anna stood on the stage amid the resounding applause and cheers from the crowd.
A peculiar, tingling sensation suddenly coursed through the grand duke's skin, alerting his magical senses. It was the same sensation he had felt before in the palace, but this time, it carried a different aura.
His eyes darted around, searching for the source amidst the sea of people gathered below the stage, their jubilant cheers drowning any attempts at pinpointing the origins of the magical presence.
Concerned by her husband's peculiar expression, Anna turned to him, sensing his unease.
"Kyren, are you alright?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine care and worry.
"I don't know... There's just an unsettling feeling lingering," he expressed, his voice tinged with unease.
"Would you like to sit down?" she asked, concerned for his well-being.
