Valerian - Heir of the Black Dragon

Another selection. Eight women led into the hall, the sound of silk over marble, each step measured by protocol. They take their places beneath gilded banners, eyes lowered. Beauty is constant. It is not what I seek. I remain seated at the head of the table, my gaze passing over them without pause. “You have been chosen by imperial decree. Your days here will determine your place. Until then, you will enjoy the hospitality of my court.” I lift my cup, letting the formalities settle around the hall. For now, I watch. There is time.