Gifting the king

Amira made her way back to the hall, the chandeliers casting a warm glow across the room. As she entered, her eyes were drawn to Ivy, who was standing with Zyran, their figures silhouetted against the golden light, and with them was Ezekiel and Freya, who had a disgusted look on.

Ivy was draped over Zyran like a vine, her laughter filling the air and going over the music playing like a drunk hyena.

She swayed to the side, making sure she was making contact with Zyran, her hand attempting to Reston Zyran's.

Amira couldn't believe she had forgotten that Ivy would be attending the celebration.

Resolute Amira hurried forward, pretending to stumble and collide with Ivy. As Ivy staggered to the side, Freya also moved out of her way, allowing Ivy to fall to the ground.

"Oh my, Princess Ivy, I didn't see you there," Amira apologized, gratefully accepting Zyran's help to regain her balance. Ivy gave Amira a piercing stare, her displeasure evident.

"I cannot risk ruining my gown tonight, Your Highness," Freya interjected, observing the young princess lying on the ground.

Ivy's voice rose shrilly, "How dare you do this to me?" But her outburst was met with indifference from the other guests, who were accustomed to her melodramatic nature.

"she's going to continue whining," Freya murmured, sharing a knowing glance with Amira as the evening's festivities continued around them.

"It's time to present the king with his gift," Ezekiel announced.

Amira looked up to see the crowd moving forward as they gathered around.

"The royal family will lead the way, come with me, Amira," Zyran insisted, guiding her through the throng.

They made their way to join the gathering crowd. Novalie was the first to come forward to present her gift to the king.

"I present to you this coat, Father. I embroidered it myself," Novalie spoke, as her maid stepped forward to hand the gift to a palace staff member.

"That's very thoughtful of you, my dear," the king acknowledged graciously.

Next, Kiera stepped forward, her smile radiant and resplendent.

"Happy birthday, Father. I have acquired for you a very rare jade, from the farthest reaches of our kingdom. It wasn't easy to obtain, but I spared no effort in securing it for you," Kiera announced proudly. Lady Leyla nodded, visibly proud of her daughter's gesture.

"Very well done, my dear. I always knew you were capable," the king complimented her warmly.

Williams was the next to step up.

Williams, with his fluffy jacket making him look even more endearing, proudly announced.

"I have created a portrait of your father." The gathered crowd of guests cooed at the young prince's remarkable talent. As the king smiled, he instructed a servant to bring the portrait forward.

"This portrait will be placed beside my bed," the king declared warmly as he motioned for his son to approach.

As the young prince, Williams, stepped forward, he received a pat on the head from his father, the king, in a heartwarming display of paternal pride and affection.

Amira and Zyran approached the king with great reverence, wishing him well.

Bb: "Happy birthday, Your Majesty." The king acknowledged their greeting, and as two maids wheeled a trolley forward, a sense of anticipation filled the room.

With a dramatic unveiling, their gift was revealed to the king.

It was a breathtaking miniature replica of the entire kingdom, meticulously crafted in intricate detail. The artwork was so awe-inspiring that it left everyone in the room breathless. The king was visibly moved by the thoughtful gesture.

"Prince Zyran's innovative thinking truly shines through in this extraordinary gift," remarked one of the courtiers, marveling at the display of creativity and dedication.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as whispers circulated among the guests. All eyes turned to the king as he rose from his imposing throne and made his way to the magnificent artwork. His eyes shone with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

"Does this truly capture the essence of my kingdom?" the king inquired, his voice filled with awe.

"It does, Your Majesty. I took great care to ensure that every intricate detail was depicted," Zyran replied with confidence.

"We managed to transform it into a landscape through the art of drawing," Zyran added.

The king expressed his satisfaction with a subtle yet affirmative nod.

"Remarkable," the king commended, conveying his approval with a dignified nod of his head.

Lady Leyla's fingers pressed together as she observed the exquisite gift that Zyran presented. Her emerald eyes swiftly shifted to the man standing by her side, who nodded in acknowledgment before exiting the grand hall.

Meanwhile, Lloyd meticulously prepared a collection of handwritten poems intended for the king, knowing king fondness for such literary expressions.

As the evening unfolded, the remaining guests followed suit, pressing their gifts.