Alexander's back had long since straightened, but here, he carried himself differently. His chest puffed out slightly, his demeanour taking on the air of a true noble prince.
The guards moved ahead of them, taking the lead, not out of necessity, but out of respect. Every person they passed reacted the same way.
They bowed deeply, reverent looks on their faces.
"Your Highness."
"Your Majesty."
"Prince Alexander…"
The titles followed one after another, but Alexander didn't acknowledge a single one.
He walked forward calmly, maintaining the image expected of him, as if their reverence was nothing more than background noise.
Elion watched it all with mild interest. He didn't bother adjusting his posture or trying to match the same noble composure.
Instead, he kept his expression neutral, attempting to remain as inconspicuous as possible.
But it didn't seem to work as he had hoped it would.
"Who's that with His Highness?"
