While Shila and Ana were caught in a storm of worry, a completely different scene was unfolding at the Roy Mansion. The entire household was in a state of frantic excitement. Servants rushed through the grand hallways, and the air was thick with anticipation. The heir of the royal family was returning from abroad today, and everything had to be perfect.
The Grand Entry
At the international airport, the atmosphere shifted the moment He stepped out.
Tall, strikingly handsome, and exuding an aura of absolute power, the young man walked through the terminal with a royal gait. He wore dark designer sunglasses, his expression unreadable but commanding. Behind him, a swarm of reporters and paparazzi struggled to keep up, their camera flashes creating a rhythmic strobe light around him. He didn't spare them a single glance, moving forward with the cold indifference of a king.
Outside, the sight was even more spectacular. A fleet of black Mercedes-Benz cars was lined up, led by a sleek, latest-model Porsche.
As soon as he reached the curb, a dozen professional guards stepped out from the Mercedes cars, forming a human wall to shield him from the crowd. With effortless grace, he stepped into the Porsche. The engine roared to life, and the convoy swept away, leaving the chaotic crowd in its dust.