Chapter 24: An Undeserving Man and a Trap
One by one, they stepped forward.
A procession of polished pride and calculated stories—each speaker hoping to impress, to secure favor, to win a seat among the chosen few who might rise with the princess.
More came and recounted duels. Others spoke of magical research or military feats. There was confidence, yes—but also fear, masked behind sharp smiles and proud stances.
Then came him.
The shift was subtle but immediate.
A ripple moved through the hall as the next figure strode forward—not hurriedly, but with the steps of someone used to being watched, someone who believed he had already won.
His sword, a masterwork of blackened steel and violet runes, rested at his hip. His uniform was tailored to perfection, every clasp gleaming under the chandeliers.
Eyes of molten gold swept the room without hesitation, and his dark blond hair had been brushed back with just enough care to seem effortless.
He walked like authority.
"General Corvin Gallingher," he announced, with no need to raise his voice.
Lan’s eyes narrowed immediately. He knew the name. His brother had spoken of him.
And Lan had researched him in kind.