Ally's POV
I glide through the corridors of the palace, my hand brushing against the cool stone walls, feeling their ancient whispers merge with the pulse of newfound authority that thrums under my skin. Elliot walks beside me, his presence a towering fortress of strength and resolve, as we inspect each corner, each shadowed nook, ensuring that our reign within these hallowed halls is absolute.
"Here," I murmur, pointing to a grand tapestry that has come loose from its holdings. It's a minor detail, but one that speaks volumes in the art of rulership. Elliot nods, summoning a servant with a mere tilt of his head. Orders are given with quiet efficiency, and the fabric is restored to its rightful place- a symbol of order restored under our watchful eyes.