Nolan stood at the top of the stairs, watching the preparations unfold below.Workers moved across the palace grounds like ants, carrying tables and benches, stringing lanterns between posts, stacking firewood into a massive pyramid at the center of the eastern field.Finn stood in the middle of it all, directing traffic with sharp gestures and sharper commands.Everything was going according to plan.Nolan descended the stairs and walked toward the grounds, Elmund falling into step behind him.As he approached the eastern field, he noticed movement near the supply tents.Several young women stood clustered together, whispering and glancing in his direction.The moment they saw him coming, they scattered, suddenly very busy arranging flowers or adjusting tablecloths."Who are they?" Nolan asked without slowing his pace."Hopefuls, Your Majesty," Elmund said. "They've been arriving since yesterday. Daughters of minor nobility, mostly. Looking for a chance to catch your eye.""Tell them
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