Since it marked the beginning of a new age for the Milham Kingdom, the entire place had been thrown into a full celebration.
The atmosphere itself felt different, almost heavier in a good way, like people were letting out years of tension all at once.
Music echoed through the halls and courtyards, voices overlapped into a constant hum, and everywhere you looked, there were people dressed far better than usual, all trying to be part of the moment.
At the center of all that attention was Myrcella.
She was surrounded. Completely surrounded.
Nobles, officials, and even people with influence that I didn't bother recognizing kept coming up to her one after another. Each of them had something to say. Congratulations, praise, formal greetings that sounded almost rehearsed. It just kept going without pause, like a line that refused to end.
Despite that, she handled it well.
