The Archery After Debauchary

"The Lion's Heir"

"From noble blood and warrior's grace,

A prince was born, the land's embrace.

His blade is swift, his heart is true,

A lion's son, both bold and blue."

A wave of excitement surged through the hall—Alaric.

The prince himself remained still, though his sharp black eyes flickered with something unreadable. 

His mother's name had been sung with reverence, and now his own echoed through the chamber. 

Some noble ladies whispered behind their jeweled fans, their gazes flicking toward him in silent approval.

Thalia, Salviana's maid, clutched her chest with a dreamy sigh, while Sarah bit back a smile. Even Emma, normally composed, couldn't help but steal a glance at the prince.

Yet King Gideon's knuckles had turned white, his fist pressing into the armrest of his throne.

The bard played on, his voice unwavering.

"A Future Unfolding"

"So raise a cheer, let voices soar,