Chapter 11 Ten

• As the carriage doors swung open, sunlight flooded the confined space, causing Avelyn to instinctively flinch, blinking rapidly against the sudden brightness. But as her vision adjusted, the scene before her sent a sickening twist through her stomach.
• To the left, a row of lady servants stood in impeccable formation, their heads bowed in unwavering deference, with their head handmaiden stationed at the front. To the right, soldiers lined up with disciplined precision, their chins lifted, their swords grounded but ever ready—a silent yet firm acknowledgment of their king's presence.
• Draeven was the first to step out, every movement exuding fluid grace and absolute control. As the sunlight caught his striking blue eye, it gleamed like polished steel, sharp and unforgiving. He commanded attention effortlessly, and Avelyn caught the way Elanthia's breath hitched, her eyes widening in awe at the sight of him.