The Ceremony

Aren and Victoria put on their outfits and stepped out of the room. Keiran was waiting for them in the corridor.

"Hey, that took you quite a while,"

Aren gave Keiran's clothes a once-over. "I see you've dressed properly this time."

Keiran grinned. "Of course. They said there'd be some very important people there."

Aren took Victoria's hand. "Let's go, we don't want to be late."

The three of them headed toward the door. Standing by the entrance was Elion, dressed in a striking yellow suit. Beside him was Zanak, still wearing his casual clothes.

As they approached, Keiran frowned. "Zanak, why didn't you dress up?"

Zanak shrugged. "I already told you—only three of you are allowed to go with the prince. So, be careful. If you run into other princes or their guards, don't cause trouble."

Elion interjected impatiently. "Enough talk. Let's go already."