The grand hall was drenched in gold and silver, bathed in the brilliance of a thousand chandeliers, yet no light could match the weight of Vincent's tribute.
It was unprecedented.It was untouchable.It was perfection.
And yet— Anastasia tilted her head, blue eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion.
She tapped her fingers against the armrest of her throne, the smallest movement, but in a room where billions watched, it was as loud as a thunderclap.
Then, she spoke.
"I would like something else too."