The first camera flash was followed by another.
Then another.
By the time Amaru reached the center of the gallery, the live transmission had already crossed three borders.
There had been no advance statement from Rohan.
No carefully distributed announcement from Saha.
No declaration from Alamina explaining that the prince Draxil had treated as politically irrelevant for eight years had been found alive.
That had been deliberate.
The wedding broadcasts were already live. International networks had cameras positioned throughout the palace, and the formal reception feed had been running since Sylvia and Thomas entered the gallery.
Amaru simply walked into it.
Dean stood several meters away beside Arion and watched the press realize what had happened.
At first, there was confusion.
A few reporters recognized Eryx immediately. That made sense. He lived in Rohan and had attended the ceremony openly.
Then someone recognized the man beside him.
