Chapter 30: Introductions
The palace was in a state of organized chaos. Servants rushed through the corridors carrying decorations, food, and furniture. Guards in ceremonial armor stood at every entrance, checking the credentials of the early arrivals. The Imperial Ball wouldn't officially begin until evening, but guests had been arriving since dawn. Nobility from across the empire and dignitaries from foreign lands.
Grim stood in his chambers, scowling at his reflection in the mirror as a tailor made final adjustments to his formal attire.
"Stop fidgeting," Rowan said from where he stood by the window. Rowan's clothes were dark blue with silver trim that marked him as a high noble of the empire.
"This collar is too tight," Grim complained, tugging at the stiff fabric around his neck.
The tailor slapped his hand away. "It's supposed to be snug, young lord. Proper posture is essential for nobility."
Grim's outfit was black with red trim. The traditional colors of House Ambrose. The fabric was finer than anything he'd worn before, with subtle patterns woven into the material. The Ambrose family crest. a sword wreathed in light was embroidered on the back in silver thread.
"You look distinguished," Rowan commented after the tailor finally finished and left.
"I look like an idiot," Grim muttered, still pulling at his collar.
"You look like an Ambrose. Act like one today." Rowan's tone grew serious. "This isn't just a celebration, Grim. The Imperial Ball is where alliances are formed, marriages are arranged, and enemies are identified. Every major power in the known world will be present."