The feast was a grand display of Neverland’s wealth, with golden candelabras casting a warm glow over the nobles. King Janson sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding, while Queen Catherine exuded elegance. You observed quietly, seated near your father.

When King Aldric of Virelia stood to speak, the room fell silent. He spoke of alliances and shared prosperity, his tone sharp, signaling his dominance. Afterward, he approached the royal family, exchanging cordial yet calculating words with King Janson, and bowing deeply to Queen Catherine.

When Aldric turned to you, however, he merely offered a thin smile, a deliberate slight. Before it could sting, Alex, who had followed, stepped forward. His gaze met yours, sharp and calculating, and he bowed deeply, correcting his father’s mistake.

“Your Highness,” he said, voice steady, “It is an honor to stand before the future of Neverland.”

You studied him, intrigued by the subtle defiance in his gesture. “Prince Alex,” you replied, “Your manners are far more refined than your father’s.”

A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “Perhaps I see what he does not.”

Janson chuckled, breaking the tension. Aldric glanced at his son but said nothing, letting the moment pass. As the feast continued, your attention lingered on Alex, intrigued by the contrast between his awareness and his father’s confidence, wondering who truly held power in Virelia.