New Duties & Old Ties

Niko and Aria was focused on the final touches of Elian's preparation. The royal robes, rich and adorned with embroidered patterns that mirrored the empire's symbols, were laid neatly on the bed, while Elian stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection.

He looked calm, but inwardly, there was a nervous energy fluttering inside him. He had been through different tradition since coming to the palace, but today's tradition somehow felt different, special. He can't explain why.

Niko stood by Elian's side, working to smooth out the creases in his robes. "There we go," Niko said, his voice light, though his eyes flickered toward the door.

Aria was busy brushing Elian's hair, the soft strokes soothing him despite the nerves buzzing beneath his skin. She was focused, as always, her movements deliberate and practiced. As she worked, her eyes flicked toward the door as well. "We'll be finished soon, my lord," she said quietly, hoping to calm Elian's unease.