The grand hall was nearly empty now, the once vibrant energy fading as the last of the guests trickled out. The night had reached its quiet, intimate conclusion. The emperor had already retired to his chambers a few moments earlier, leaving Prince Izan to see off the remaining dignitaries and nobles.
Izan stood near the entrance, exchanging polite farewells and accepting congratulations.
His attention, however, kept lingered toward the far side of the hall, where Elian was being escorted away by a group of maidservants.
It was tradition, after all, for the newlywed consort to be prepared and taken to their spouse's chambers before their wedding night.
A nobleman stepped into his view, breaking his focus. "Congratulations on your wedding, Your Highness," the man said warmly. "And on your upcoming coronation."
"Thank you," Izan replied, his voice steady, though his thoughts were elsewhere.
