The formal reception following the ceremony was a carefully orchestrated display of political theater.
Arthur moved through the crowd with practiced ease, accepting congratulations while cataloging threats and opportunities.
His enhanced senses made reading the room effortless—every whispered conversation, every nervous glance, every attempt at subtle intelligence gathering.
"Your Majesty," the Imperial representative approached. "I am Lady Miriam Ashworth, speaking for Emperor Lyralei of the Eastern Coalition. She sends her congratulations on your ascension."
Arthur studied the woman with predatory interest. Mid-thirties, magically enhanced reflexes, and a mind sharp enough to serve as personal representative for a ruler who had claimed power through ruthless elimination of rivals.
"How thoughtful of the Emperor," Arthur replied. "I trust she's well?"
