Chapter 23: EX 23. Celebration III
As Dayton Feran stood with his tumbler in hand, the hall quieted again, every noble's attention reluctantly fixed on him. His voice, slurred ever so slightly but still firm enough to be carried across the hall as he began with forced formality:
"Standing on protocol, I would like to thank you all for gathering here today; to celebrate the rising star of the Feran family, my brother... Eden Feran."
Polite applause rang out—scattered and hollow. Most nobles hoped that would be the end of it. Hoping Dayton just wanted to offer a short, simple toast.
But their hopes shattered the moment Dayton's lips curled into a proud smirk.
He wasn't finished.
Not even close.
"Eden has been hardworking," he continued, his voice warming with practiced sincerity. "Training from the moment he could properly hold a weapon and from there, his fire to be the best never waned. His determination burned brighter than every obstacle thrown his way. His perseverance allowed him to endure long, inhumane hours of brutal training..."
The nobles stirred uncomfortably, exchanging glances. Dayton's words, while excessive, painted a vivid picture—a young man molded in fire and forged into excellence.
The emotion in Dayton's tone gave it weight, and despite his reputation, some nobles found themselves believing him. After all, Eden Feran had cleared his trial in four days. That couldn't be faked.
But then came the pivot. The sting wrapped in silk.
Dayton's tone slowed as it sharpened.