Priam's great reward to Nathan

Priam, now standing at the center of it all, cast a glance toward Hector, who met his gaze with a small smile. There was a brief, silent exchange between father and son—an understanding passed between them that needed no words.

Then, together, they turned to face me.

Priam's voice rang out, firm and clear.

"Heiron, step forward."

As soon as my name was called, I stepped forward. The grand hall fell into a respectful silence, the air thick with anticipation. I could feel their gazes upon me—hundreds of eyes watching, evaluating, admiring. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the polished marble floors, reflecting the solemnity of the moment. Though the gathered lords, knights, and nobles smiled brightly, there was a reverence in their expressions, a silent acknowledgment of what had transpired on the battlefield.