'The Beautiful Prince of the Obsidian King'

"Presenting the radiant princess of the Obsidian King, the jewel of Eleganza Dominion—Princess Camilla Couturé."

The herald's voice rang out with practiced clarity, cutting through the hum of conversation. The grand double doors swung open, revealing a vision of elegance as Camilla stepped forward.

Her gown shimmered under the golden chandeliers, catching the light like a cascade of liquid silver, each movement precise, each step calculated to enchant.

Florian stood at the entrance, watching as each princess was introduced, stepping into the grand ballroom one by one. The air was thick with anticipation, a blend of exotic perfumes, polished marble, and the warm flicker of candle wax. Soft murmurs filled the hall—whispers of admiration, curiosity, and speculation.