The ballroom had been transformed. Dimmed chandeliers cast shadows across the walls, leaving only a sharp, cold spotlight on the small stage where the principal cast stood. Anticipation hung thick in the air as the press held their collective breath, watching Sir Alistair step forward, manic pride illuminating his weathered features.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Alistair began, his voice a low rumble that commanded attention, "tonight, we don't just read words. We show you the very soul of Ashes of Valeria." He paused, letting the moment build, his gaze sweeping across the sea of expectant faces.
"To give you a taste of why this will be the cinematic event of the century, we will perform the 'Betrayal at the Citadel.' This is merely the tip of the iceberg, a glimpse into the depths of passion and treachery that await you." His voice dropped to a theatrical whisper. "Witness the fall of a queen."
