The atmosphere inside the Grand Knox Auction Hall was suffocating with tension. Every tycoon held their breath as the royal knight stepped forward, his boots echoing across the polished stage floor.
Luke Nightwalker.
He looked like a walking execution order than a royal knight. His sharp gaze swept across the hall, pausing only briefly on each VIP room door like a predator marking his hunt.
As Princess Seraphina's order still lingered in the air, he turned back to her for confirmation.
"Luke," Seraphina said calmly, her voice ringing with regal clarity, "start the search with our own room. Let it be known to all that I do not stand above my own rules."
Virgil immediately bowed low. "Your Highness, we dare not doubt your fairness!"
She gave a small smile. "It's alright, Sir Virgil. I am a VIP tonight, like everyone else. Every room will be checked. No exceptions."
Whispers spread rapidly through the crowd.
"She's even having her own room checked?"
