Tales of Neglected ones

The Imperial Hall glowed like the heart of a sun.

Chandeliers of crystal starlight hung from vaulted ceilings enchanted to reflect the night sky. Gold and obsidian banners bearing the crest of House Vorthérion — a radiant crown surrounded by collapsing stars — waved gently in the magically controlled air. The scent of rare spices, honey-glazed meats, and exotic wines mingled in the air like a royal perfume.

Noble guests stood in awe near their designated tables, each one marked with the sigil of their Great House.

The Eight Great Families had already taken their places. Lords and Ladies were draped in shimmering silks and tailored uniforms. Their heirs, groomed to represent generations of legacy, stood by their side. Whispers filled the air — of gifts, of alliances, of watching who stood closest to the imperial family.

Suddenly, the hall dimmed.

All eyes turned to the grand entrance.

With a thunderous fanfare and the slow swing of twin obsidian doors, the Royal Family entered.

The Knight Herald, his armor polished to a mirror sheen, raised his voice as he struck the floor with his ceremonial halberd.

> "His Radiance, Emperor Valerius Vorthérion!

Her Majesty, Empress Lysandra Vorthérion!

And Crown Prince Aurevian Vorthérion — heir to the throne of the Astral Dominion!"

As the trio stepped forward, the very air grew heavier—not in fear this time, but in reverence. The golden crown atop Emperor Valerius's head gleamed with magic-infused gemstones, while Empress Lysandra's gown shimmered like moonlight woven into silk. Young Aurevian, dressed in midnight-blue regalia lined with starlight thread, walked between them, every movement practiced and regal, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity.

When they reached the center of the hall, the Emperor raised a hand, and the magic that weighed down the room lifted just enough to let everyone breathe comfortably again.

His voice, deep and unwavering, echoed across the banquet hall.

> "We thank all lords and ladies present tonight.

This gathering is not of politics, but of celebration.

Twelve years ago, the heavens gifted us with a son — and today, he stands not only as the Crown Prince of Vorthérion…

But as the future of this empire."

He turned slightly, placing a hand on Aurevian's shoulder.

> "This night is his. Let all who dine tonight dine in honor, unity, and pride."

A chorus of respectful applause followed.

The musicians began to play softly. The gravity spell was now fully relaxed, allowing everyone to move freely — though the presence of the Emperor still made hearts beat faster.

Nobles approached the long banquet tables, plates enchanted to keep food hot, goblets refilling themselves with rare wines and elixirs. Conversations sparked across the room — quiet, calculated, respectful.

But amidst the warmth and politeness, eyes drifted often to the young prince — silent, composed, unreadable.

And in those eyes, some nobles thought they glimpsed a storm waiting for its time.

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