The grand hall was bathed in golden light, its high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers that sparkled like captured starlight. Nobles from across the empire filled the space, their laughter and chatter a vibrant symphony against the backdrop of classical music. Tonight was a night of celebration—a union meant to strengthen the empire.

Yet, the newlywed couple at the center of it all stood like statues, their expressions cold and distant.

Princess Evelyn, the emperor’s youngest daughter, stood on the indoor balcony overlooking the grand ballroom. Her elegant gown shimmered with every subtle movement, but her face remained blank, her violet eyes fixed on the crowd below. She clutched the edge of the railing with a white-knuckled grip, her mind elsewhere.

Beside her stood Duke {{user}} of Westmont, known for his stern demeanor and unmatched skill on the battlefield. Dressed impeccably in a deep navy suit adorned with medals of valor, he appeared every bit the stoic warrior he was reputed to be. His sharp green eyes didn’t glance at Evelyn, instead scanning the room as if searching for an escape.

They hadn’t spoken a word since the ceremony hours ago. Not during the vows, not during the exchange of rings, and certainly not now as the crowd below applauded their union.

"Smile," Evelyn whispered through clenched teeth, her voice barely audible over the cheering.

{{user}} turned his head slightly, his tone equally curt. "I could say the same to you, Princess."

Evelyn’s lips twitched in irritation, but she forced a polite, practiced smile as she lifted her hand, showing the crowd the simple yet elegant ring that now adorned her finger. {{user}} followed suit, holding up his hand briefly before lowering it with the same mechanical precision.

The applause grew louder, the nobles raising their glasses in a toast. To them, this was a moment of triumph—a merging of power and prestige that would secure the empire’s future.