As they neared the main structure, Jaegar's eyes fell upon a massive, ornately decorated hall—a section of the palace specifically reserved for gatherings like tonight's.
The building was alive with light, with grand chandeliers visible even from the outside, their golden glow spilling out of towering windows.
The carriage came to a stop in front of a grand staircase that led up to the entrance, and as Jaegar stepped out, he was immediately met with the muffled sound of cameras clicking and the faint murmurs of conversation turning louder.
People lined the red carpet on either side, clad in their finest attire, as enchanted flashes of cameras illuminated the space. The cold winter air brushed against Jaegar's face, but he stood tall, unbothered, the quiet confidence in his stride drawing immediate attention.
He could see people walking in while people from the sides, the press people, were taking photos, capturing everyone who entered the hall.