Chapter 318: v4 - 19: the arrival IV

Chapter 318: v4 Chapter 19: the arrival IV

Marian stood on the palace balcony overlooking the avenue.

The view from the palace was magnificent.

From this height, she could see the procession moving steadily through the capital.

The Imperial banners rose above the streets.

The crowds filled both sides of the avenue.

And somewhere among all of it was Adrian.

Marian smiled.

She had imagined this.

Not quite like this, perhaps.

She had pictured him riding through the capital on horseback, dressed in the coat she had chosen for him, looking every bit the princely Emperor she knew he could be.

From the balcony, however, she could not see his face clearly enough to appreciate all the details.

Still—

there he was.

And Marian felt an absurd little swell of pride.

Her husband.

The Emperor.

Riding beneath the Imperial banners.

Beside him rode King Lorenz of Milicia, followed by the rest of the delegation.

Marian’s attention shifted toward them.

The Milicians had come prepared.

Their clothing was formal and richly made, their horses well trained, their carriages maintained to an impressive standard.

There was no mistaking the message in their appearance.

Milicia had come as a kingdom that expected to be treated as an equal.

Marian appreciated that.

Whatever their political circumstances, they had not arrived looking diminished.

The delegation was substantial as well.

Guards.

Officials.

Nobles.

Attendants.

Enough people to make the arrival feel like what it was—

the formal visit of one sovereign kingdom to another.

The procession had been arranged carefully.

The guards and attendants followed at a respectful distance.

The officials and nobles remained behind the central riders.

There was a clear space around Adrian and Lorenz.

The two sovereigns were the main attraction.

Even from the balcony, Marian could see that the arrangement had been deliberate.

The avenue belonged to them.

The crowds had come to see the Emperor receive the King of Milicia.

Marian watched for several more moments.

Then she glanced toward the attendant standing nearby.

"How long until they reach the palace?"

The attendant bowed.

"They should arrive shortly, Your Majesty."

Marian nodded.

She looked back toward the avenue.

Shortly.

She wanted to see Adrian properly when he arrived.

Not from the balcony.

She wanted to see his face.

And perhaps—

her mouth curved.

She wanted to see what he thought when he noticed what she was wearing.

She had chosen her own dress to complement his coat.

Nothing excessive.

Just enough that the two of them would look unmistakably like they belonged together.

It was a little vain.

Marian knew that.

But she had very little else to occupy herself with this morning.

She glanced down at her dress.

Then back toward the avenue.

Perhaps he would notice.

Of course he would notice.

He always noticed her.

A few minutes later, the Head of the Imperial Household approached.

"Your Majesty."

Marian turned.

"Yes?"

"The Emperor and King Lorenz are expected at the palace shortly. The household has made the necessary arrangements for their arrival."

Marian nodded.

"Good."

She hesitated.

Her gaze returned to the avenue.

Then she looked toward the Head of Household.

"Will I be receiving them?"

The official paused briefly.

"The current arrangements have the household staff receiving the delegation. His Majesty will accompany the King through the entrance."

Marian considered that.

It was perfectly proper.

The Emperor was the sovereign receiving the visiting king.

She, as Empress, was not required to stand beside him at every stage of the reception.

But—

Marian glanced toward the palace steps.

Then toward the avenue again.

She smiled faintly.

"Actually."

The Head of Household waited.

"I think I’ll receive them myself."

There was the slightest flicker of surprise.

"Your Majesty?"

"The King is our guest."

Marian’s tone was light.

"And it seems only right that the Empress should welcome him when he enters the Imperial household."

The Head of Household inclined his head.

"Of course."

"Please make the necessary arrangements."

"At once, Your Majesty."

He bowed and withdrew.

Marian watched him go.

Then she turned back toward the balcony.

She could already see the procession drawing nearer.

The space around Adrian and Lorenz remained clear as they approached, the two sovereigns moving at the center of the spectacle while the rest of the delegation followed behind them.

Her anticipation returned almost immediately.

Soon.

She would see Adrian properly.

And he would see her.

Marian smiled to herself.

She hoped he liked the dress.

—

By the time the procession approached the palace, the great steps had been prepared.

The Imperial household stood in ordered rows.

Officials waited near the entrance.

Servants remained at their appointed positions.

The palace doors stood open.

Marian stood at the top of the steps.

She had not been part of the original program.

That much was obvious from the brief stir among the household officials when she appeared.

But no one questioned it.

She was the Empress.

And the visiting king was about to enter her household.

It was entirely appropriate for her to receive him.

The sound of approaching horses grew louder.

The crowd outside the palace gates began to cheer.

Marian’s eyes immediately searched for one figure.

There.

Adrian.

He rode toward the palace beside Lorenz, the two sovereigns keeping an easy, measured pace as the procession entered the courtyard.

The space around them remained clear.

The guards and attendants followed behind, leaving the Emperor and the King visibly separate from the rest of the delegation.

Even from here, she could see the ivory of Adrian’s coat.

Her smile widened.

He really did look magnificent.

The procession slowed as it entered the palace courtyard.

Adrian and Lorenz dismounted almost together.

Adrian handed his reins to an attendant, then turned toward the palace steps.

And that was when Lorenz saw her.

The Empress.

She stood at the top of the great steps, waiting for them.

For a moment, Lorenz simply looked.

He had heard descriptions.

Everyone had.

Marian Valmont.

Twenty-seven years old.

Golden-blonde hair.

Sky-blue eyes.

Beautiful.

Graceful.

The Emperor’s wife.

The woman who had once been at the center of one of the Empire’s most closely watched engagements.

The woman Cassian had loved enough to survive six years for.

But none of the reports had prepared him for the reality of her.

The morning light caught in her golden hair.

Her eyes were impossibly blue even from where he stood.

And she did not look twenty-seven.

She looked younger.

Not girlish.

Not immature.

Simply youthful in a way that made her beauty seem almost unfair.

Yet it was not only her face.

There was something in the way she stood.

The quiet elegance of her posture.

The ease with which she carried herself before the assembled household.

Even the small movement of her hand as she adjusted her skirts seemed graceful without appearing deliberate.

Lorenz understood immediately why the reports had never quite captured her.

Beauty could be described.

Presence could not.

Then Adrian reached the steps.

His gaze found Marian almost immediately.

Something changed.

It was subtle.

So subtle that Lorenz might have missed it had he not spent the entire morning studying the Emperor.

Adrian’s expression softened.

The rigid attention he had given the reception seemed to ease by the smallest degree.

He walked toward her.

Marian smiled.

And Lorenz saw it again.

The way she looked at Adrian.

There was no calculation in it.

No performance for the watching court.

It was simply affection.

Open and familiar.

Adrian extended his hand.

Marian placed hers in it without hesitation.

His fingers closed around hers.

The gesture was effortless.

Intimate in its familiarity.

Lorenz watched as Adrian held her hand and turned slightly toward him.

For all the grandeur surrounding them, the Emperor’s attention seemed to narrow briefly to the woman beside him.

Lorenz almost smiled.

So this was the reason.

Adrian had reached the top of the world.

He had the Empire.

The crown.

The authority.

The power.

And yet the moment he saw Marian, something in him changed.

Lorenz looked at Marian again.

She smiled up at Adrian.

And suddenly, Lorenz understood something about Cassian as well.

He had spent years hearing his friend speak of returning.

Of surviving.

Of wanting only one thing after everything he had endured.

Marian.

Lorenz had understood the words.

He had never truly understood them.

Not until now.

Because this was not merely a woman from Cassian’s past.

She was standing here.

Alive.

Beautiful.

Warm.

And looking at Adrian with the kind of affection that made Lorenz’s chest tighten on Cassian’s behalf.

Adrian turned toward him.

"King Lorenz."

Lorenz inclined his head.

"Your Majesty."

Adrian glanced toward the woman beside him.

"My wife."

A pause.

"The Empress."

Lorenz bowed.

"Your Majesty."

Marian smiled warmly.

"King Lorenz. Welcome to the Empire."

Her voice was just as pleasant as her expression.

There was no arrogance in it.

No trace of the distance one might expect from an Empress receiving a foreign king.

Only genuine courtesy.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

He straightened.

Marian’s smile remained.

"I hope your journey was comfortable."

"It was."

"I’m glad."

Her gaze moved briefly toward the delegation behind him.

"You and your people are welcome here."

Lorenz inclined his head.

"We are honored by the reception."

"It is our pleasure."

For a moment, the three of them stood together at the entrance of the palace.

The Emperor in ivory.

The Empress beside him, dressed in colors that complemented his.

The King of Milicia before them.

Behind them, the Imperial household waited in perfect order.

And Lorenz found himself looking between the Emperor and Empress once more.

He had thought he understood the scale of what Cassian was attempting.

He had been wrong.

It was one thing to know that Cassian loved Marian.

It was another to see the woman herself.

And it was another thing entirely to see the way Adrian looked at her.

Lorenz understood now why Adrian had wanted Cassian removed.

He understood why Cassian had never stopped trying to return.

Two extraordinary men had found something in the same woman that neither had been willing to surrender.

And now Cassian was walking into the middle of it.

Lorenz almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

Because how in the world was Cassian supposed to insert himself between these two?

He glanced once more at Marian.

Then at Adrian.

His friend had certainly chosen one hell of a woman to come home for.

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Tbc

AN: hahahahaha i love Lorenz’s thoughts so much. i too am still having a hard time thinking how the hell should Cassian enter the picture from here. Aish!!!!!!