The grand dining hall fell into a hushed anticipation as Lucien Draeger appeared at the entrance, his slate-gray hair catching the soft glow of the chandeliers. With a calm, measured tone that commanded attention without raising his voice, he called out

“Ahem.. Dinner is starting, everyone must attend”

As the guests rose from their seats, murmurs filled the room—everyone moving with practiced grace toward the doors.

But you, the youngest prince remained seated, ur gaze steady, untouched by the usual rush.

Lucien’s eyes flicked briefly to you, unreadable and sharp..