In an opulent chamber adorned with intricate tapestries and gleaming gilded mirrors, the two impeccably attired wives of the Duke stood beside a meticulously arranged oak dresser, tending to every meticulous detail of their Zain's ensemble for his highly anticipated coming of age ceremony.

  Lady Ruby, with a gentle touch, adjusted the positioning of a golden brooch on Zain's royal blue velvet doublet, ensuring it caught and reflected light with exquisite precision. Her movements were deliberate, to make this day perfect for Zain. The brooch, an heirloom passed down through generations, glimmered with a history of its own, its facets catching the light like a beacon of legacy and tradition.

  Meanwhile, Lady Lily lovingly smoothed the delicate embroidery adorning his crimson silk cape, her fingertips tracing the intricate family crest woven into the fabric with a palpable sense of pride. Lily wanted to ensure that Zain wore it with the dignity it deserved, feeling the weight of their ancestors' expectations on his young shoulders.

  The air was thick with anticipation, punctuated only by the whisper of silk and occasional soft murmurs exchanged between the two women as they prepared their cherished son for this monumental moment in his life. Every adjustment, every touch, was filled with love and care for Zain.

  "Ruby, could you kindly pass me the sash for Zain's robe? It must be tied just so." Lily requested, her eyes focused intently on the task at hand. The sash, a vibrant red, was a symbol of his noble lineage, meant to be tied in a specific way to denote his rank.

  "Certainly, Lily." Ruby responded, handing over the sash with a graceful flourish. "And do you think the gold embroidery is perhaps too bright? I want Zain to exude dignity without appearing overly extravagant." Her voice carried a note of concern, always mindful of the fine line between nobility and vanity.

  "Hmm, I believe it strikes a delicate balance. After all, today is a profoundly significant occasion for him. He should be adorned with the utmost care." Lily reassured, her tone calm yet firm. She gave the sash a final, approving glance, its golden threads shimmering in the light.

  "You're absolutely right, Lily. Zain, dear, remain still. Every detail must be perfected for your ceremony." Ruby said, her voice gentle but commanding. Her eyes, though soft, held a steely determination, ensuring he would look nothing short of perfect.

  "Yes, yes. I am prepared for whatever the day may bring." Zain responded, his voice steady, reflecting his readiness for the day's events.

  "That's the spirit, Zain." Lily said, her eyes shining with pride.

  "Indeed, we are immensely proud of the young man you have become. Now, let us complete your preparations. The guests have already assembled, and the Duke expects nothing short of perfection." Ruby added, her voice filled with maternal warmth.

  Together, Lily and Ruby fussed over Zain, making final adjustments to his attire as the anticipation of the ceremony hung heavily in the air. Every movement was precise, every touch filled with love. They stepped back finally, surveying their work with satisfaction, their eyes reflecting the pride they felt for their son.

  In the corner of the chamber, Draig and Lilith observed quietly, having undergone the same meticulous preparation as Zain. Their own attire was impeccable, a reflection of the family's high status and the importance of the day's events. They exchanged knowing glances, their silent communication speaking volumes about the bond they shared.

  Before long, Raina made her entrance into the room, resplendent in her captivating dress with its daring slit, adding an irresistible allure to her ensemble. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. She moved with an effortless grace, her every step with her confidence and poise.

  "Is he ready yet?" Raina asked, her tone brisk and eager. She scanned the room, taking in the sight of Zain in his ceremonial attire, a smile playing on her lips.

  "Yes, indeed. And how does he look?" Ruby and Lily proudly presented Zain before Raina, their faces glowing with pride. They stepped back, allowing Raina to take in the full effect of their efforts.

  "Marvelous. Now, quick, let us proceed. All the guests await. It is time for your grand entrance." Raina declared, her voice filled with urgency. She turned on her heel, leading the way with an air of authority.

  "Indeed, we have lost track of time. Let us hasten." Ruby said, her voice tinged with excitement. The realization of the moment hit them, spurring them into action.

  The trio rushed out of the room, Zain in tow, as they made their way to the main ceremony hall. The hallways echoed with their hurried footsteps, the anticipation building with each step. Left behind, Draig and Lilith exchanged resigned glances.

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  "What shall we do now, Lilith?" Draig asked, a hint of boredom in his voice. He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.

  "Sigh... Follow them, what else." Lilith replied, her tone resigned yet affectionate. She patted Draig's shoulder, offering him a small, reassuring smile.

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  In the majestic Grand Hall of the palace, a multitude of guests had already assembled, creating a palpable sense of anticipation and excitement. Dominating the space, a magnificent stage had been meticulously prepared for the ceremony, upon which the esteemed figures of the Emperor and Dukes were seated upon their imposing thrones. The grandeur of the hall, with its high ceilings and elaborate decorations, added to the sense of occasion. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the room, illuminating the opulent surroundings and the distinguished guests.

  The Emperor and Dukes were engaged in a conversation about recent developments in the Empire. Their voices were low, their expressions serious. Duke Ogel, a man known for his curiosity and candor, broke the formalities with a question. His keen eyes flickered with curiosity, his mind always seeking answers.

  "Your Excellency, if you allow me, may I ask a question?" Ogel inquired, his voice respectful yet eager. He leaned forward slightly, his interest piqued.

  "What is it?" the Emperor responded, his tone measured and authoritative. His gaze was steady, his demeanor calm and controlled.

  "Your Excellency, I am just curious about the reason behind the Empire's meeting." Ogel said, his curiosity evident. He waited, his expression expectant.

  Before Duke Ogel could continue, Duke Izark tactically covered the stage in an isolation dome. As the host, it was his responsibility to ensure a safe and private environment for the conversation. The dome shimmered slightly, indicating its activation. A faint hum filled the air, a testament to the dome's power.

  The Emperor nodded at Izark, then began to speak. "Dukes, a warring era is coming. The details are to be discussed at the Empire meeting, but the future events are of great importance to our plane. They will be significant for the growth of our plane." he explained, his voice carrying a weight of authority and foresight.

  Under the Emperor's heavy words, the Dukes felt a palpable pressure as the atmosphere became tense. The weight of impending events loomed over them, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation.

  "Do not fret, for these words hold promise for the days ahead. They may indeed lead to positive developments for our plane, offering hope and potential for the prosperity of our land." the Emperor added, his voice filled with a mix of gravity and reassurance.

  The heavy mood of the stage didn't affect the hall because of the isolation dome. Outside it, the guests continued to chat and mingle, unaware of the serious conversation taking place. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air, a stark contrast to the solemn discussion on stage.

  Zain had also made his entrance to the banquet, attracting great attention. His presence commanded respect, and he moved through the crowd with a grace befitting his status. He greeted the guests with a warm smile, his demeanor confident and poised.

  Zain found himself swiftly enveloped by a multitude of guests congregating at the event, prompting him to extend warm greetings to each and every one of them. His charm and poise were evident as he interacted with the guests, each exchange a testament to his upbringing and the expectations placed upon him. He moved with ease, his presence a calming influence amidst the excitement.

  While Zain was occupied by the guests, at a table near the main stage, two beauties sat. Despite the space at the table, no noble dared to approach it as they both were daughters of the Emperor. Their presence alone was enough to command respect and distance. The aura of royalty surrounded them, an invisible barrier that kept others at bay.

  "Big sister, look at these fools. Even in our presence, they dare to fawn over some minor characters. It really irritates me." said the girl with the small hair bun, petite figure, and cute face. She was Clair Bloodlock, daughter of the Emperor. Beside her sat her older sister Rivera, in a red gown, her striking figure and face commanding attention. The light caught the intricate beadwork on her dress, making her look almost ethereal, a vision of regal beauty.

  "I don't care, Clair. It's good to relax and not be bothered by anyone." Rivera responded, leaning back on the chair and ignoring her identity as a princess. She gazed around the room with an air of detached interest, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass.

  "But you should challenge him, sister. It would be great to see you defeat that loser." Clair suggested, her tone mischievous, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She loved stirring things up, finding amusement in the reactions of others.

  "Clair, only he can decide on whom he wants to challenge. I don't think he would be dumb enough to challenge me." Rivera replied, her voice calm and dismissive. She took a sip from her glass, savoring the taste of the fine wine.

  "Hmm... Yes, he can't be ignorant enough to challenge my powerful sister." Clair agreed, her voice tinged with admiration for her sister. Her eyes sparkled with pride as she looked at Rivera, the embodiment of strength and grace.

  "Anyway, Clair, you should focus on yourself for next year's Ivory Wisdom Academy admissions. Father especially warned me that it will be really tough next admission. Every plane has many formidable characters participating. It will not be easy for you." Rivera advised, her tone serious. She turned her gaze to Clair, her eyes filled with concern and encouragement.

  "Don't worry, Sister. I may not be as good as you, but I am not a pushover." Clair reassured, her voice filled with determination. She straightened her back, her resolve evident in her posture.

  While the two sisters were talking, Zain had already been called up to the stage. The grand hall fell silent, the guests turning their attention to the young nobleman making his way to the center of attention. The chandeliers above cast a spotlight on him, his attire shimmering in the light, reflecting the meticulous care that had gone into preparing him for this moment.

  Duke Izark stood up and moved to the front to deliver the speech. His presence was commanding, his voice resonant and clear as he addressed the gathered assembly. The room quieted as he began to speak, his words carefully chosen to honor the occasion and inspire those in attendance.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and honored family members, today we gather to celebrate a momentous occasion—the coming of age of my dear son, Zain." Izark began, his voice filled with pride and emotion. "This day marks not only the transition of a young man into adulthood but also the continuation of a legacy that has been passed down through the generations of our family."

  The speech continued, each word resonating through the room as Izark eloquently delivered his message. He spoke of tradition, honor, and the responsibilities that come with nobility. His words painted a vivid picture of the values that Zain was expected to uphold, a reminder of the weight of his lineage.

  As the final sentences tapered off, a palpable sense of anticipation filled the air. With a gracious smile, Izark extended the invitation to indulge in refreshments, offering everyone a drink to commemorate the occasion. "Let us raise our glasses in celebration of Zain's future and the bright path that lies ahead of him." he concluded, lifting his own glass in a toast.

  The guests began to move towards the refreshments, the atmosphere becoming more relaxed and festive. The grandeur of the ceremony and the significance of the day were felt by all, a day that would be remembered for years to come. The clinking of glasses and the hum of conversations filled the air, a symphony of celebration.

  Zain, now officially recognized as an adult in the eyes of society, mingled with the guests, accepting their congratulations and well-wishes. He moved with grace and poise, his every action a reflection of the training and upbringing he had received. He felt a sense of pride and responsibility settle over him, a mantle he was ready to bear.

  Meanwhile, Draig and Lilith, having followed the procession to the Grand Hall, found themselves a quiet corner to observe the proceedings. They watched with a mix of joy and amusement as Zain navigated his way through the throng of well-wishers.