"His Majesty, King Oberon!" the herald announced as the grand hall's massive doors swung open.
Instantly, the ministers and high lords fell to their faces, prostrating in reverence. King Oberon's presence was commanding, his face a mask of serene authority that radiated power and evoked envy. His gaze remained fixed ahead, ignoring the bowed heads of his subjects as he walked the ceremonial path toward his throne.
Trailing behind King Oberon were his three sons, each embodying the dignity and grace of their royal lineage. The eldest, Prince Theodore, with his green hair and formal attire, wore a perpetual frown, as though locked in a personal battle with the world. Beside him, Andre, usually the epitome of warmth and charm, had adopted a rare seriousness, reflecting the gravity of the occasion.
Crown Prince Valerie, with a stern expression, seemed ready for war, his demeanor adding to the room's already tense atmosphere.