The great hall had been transformed.
Thousands of candles floated in enchanted glass globes, casting warm light over the assembled crowd. Garlands of spring flowers draped every surface. The long tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats, fresh bread, and delicacies from every province. Music echoed from the gallery, where a full orchestra played songs old and new.
Seren stood at the entrance, her hand in Aeron's, and looked out at her kingdom.
Every noble who mattered was here. Lady Ashworth in emerald silk. Lord Pemberton already red-faced from wine. Lady Sera in her eastern armour, refusing to dress for the occasion. Elowen in deep crimson, watching the crowd with sharp eyes.
And beyond the nobles, filling the back of the hall and spilling into the courtyard, were the people. Servants in their best clothes. Merchants who had travelled for days. Common citizens who had received special invitations. Human and wolf, standing together, eating together, celebrating together.
