It was at the peak of the night that Alpha Rowanthea Maverick finally arrived at the palace with Elvis walking beside him, their long, flowing robes trailing behind them like shadows, a symbol of authority and the respect they commanded.
Rowan had made his way through the entrance of the ballroom, holding in his right hand the invitation card that was directly from the princess. And when the guards saw him, they shivered.
It had been a long time since they last saw him in the palace. Why did he have to appear now that the people were in happiness?
Surely, today would not end well. They cried inwardly.
Rowan could see the fear that was written boldly on their faces. But they couldn't restrict him from entering inside as they wished. So be it, it was the princess who invited him so they had to succumb and let him in.