The Bookkeeper

Raiden positioned himself on the central landing of the bifurcated staircase, Ash resting on his shoulder. From there, he could see King Hannes and Alora making their way down the left branch.

Raiden was dressed in a black suit with white inner sleeves, the black cravat at his throat pressed snugly against his neck. His dark hair, gently brushed back, gave him a sharp, formal appearance that contrasted with his usual look.

The nervousness that had plagued him during the day paled in comparison to what he felt now, and he couldn’t help but fidget with his fingers while staring down at the royals and nobles who gazed up at him from the hall below.

Seeking to distract himself, he glanced left again, and this second look at Alora made him question her identity.

She wore a deep green gown, its bodice adorned with intricate gold embroidery. A heart-shaped necklace with an embedded gemstone lay at her throat, and the skirt flowed to the floor in rich emerald and deep teal hues, her white hair flickering behind her.

This was the first time Raiden had seen her dressed this way, and he had to admit she looked elegant, though he still couldn’t see her as anything other than a manipulative prick.

King Hannes, however, barely caught his attention. The only difference in the king’s appearance was a deep purple half-cape sweeping from one shoulder and a ceremonial sash worn across his chest.

"Hey, birthday boy, don’t hog all the beauty," Alora teased, giving Raiden a rehearsed smile. "I think those below want a piece of me, too."

Raiden simply shook his head in disbelief. King Hannes smiled at them and took the front row, positioning himself between Raiden and Alora.

He began to wonder if this was his ceremony or Alora’s, but maybe that was for the best. At least he didn’t have to worry about the crowd.

"It’s time to descend, Raiden," King Hannes whispered. "You must meet the visitors."