The grand hall fell into a heavy hush as the announcer's voice rang out.
"Presenting, the heir of the Lighthaven Family… Adrian Lighthaven."
The shift in the hall was immediate, with heads turning toward the entrance, conversations stilled, and the echo of footsteps filling the room. Even the king and queen, seated in their stately positions, looked up with keen interest as Adrian Lighthaven stepped forward.
Adrian moved with a calm, assured stride. He wasn't a man of striking handsomeness like the many princes and noblemen scattered throughout the hall, yet there was something about him that held the attention of those who watched.
His composure, a quiet confidence, and his resolute gaze gave him an aura uniquely his own. His presence was magnetic in its quiet strength, and those who looked on could sense it—the steadiness of a man who knew exactly who he was and where he was going.
