Chapter 57:
Lucina
The hall is breathtaking. Its grandeur nearly overwhelms us as we follow the Emperor and Empress.
I carefully watch my step, wary of Artem's ability to catch me if I stumble. The polished stairs seem treacherous. I half-worry that my misstep might drag him down with me.
The thought brings a faint, amused smile to my lips.
Finally, we reach the bottom of the seemingly endless stairs.
Why are they so long?
The Emperor halts, prompting the rest of the assembly to bow as etiquette dictates. I'm grateful for my royal status. I don't think I could handle the knee and back pain that must come from bowing so deeply.
The Emperor motions for everyone to stand and begins a stereotypical speech. The kind we've all heard countless times before.
I let my mind wander.
Until the end.
Three individuals with striking blue hair step forward.
Is that really blue?
I marvel at the vibrant hair colors in this world. After all, I have white hair. I shouldn't be too surprised.
"We greet Your Majesty."
The trio speaks in unison, bowing slightly.
They must be the royalty from the Brendholm Kingdom. I watch their graceful movements and polished demeanor.
Soon, the Emperor and Empress depart.
The banquet comes alive with the sound of chatter and glasses clinking in the magnificent hall.
I hold onto Artem's hand as we descend the final few stairs. At the bottom, he quickly slips away into the crowd.
I attempt to follow suit.
My escape is cut short.
"Sister."
Luan's voice stops me in my tracks.
I force a smile and turn to face him.
"I need to introduce you."
Luan motions for me to join him and the trio of blue-haired royals, along with Stella.
Reluctantly, I walk over and stand by Luan. Remaining silent.
"This is my fiancée, Grace Brendt. The only princess of Brendholm."
Luan indicates the lean, cute blue-haired princess in a purple gown with soft brown eyes.
She's stunning.
Luan's admirers in the Empire are in for tough competition.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
Grace bows gracefully. I respond with a simple curtsy.
"And this is the Crown Prince, Gerald Brendt. And that is Prince Fredrick Brendt."
Luan continues, introducing the other two princes.
Gerald gives me a polite nod. I return it.
Fredrick, however, takes my hand and places a kiss on it.
"You are even more beautiful than the rumors."
His smile is charming, in a practiced way. Like in those stock images, it doesn't reach his eyes.
"You flatter me."
I pull my arm away.
The youngest prince is known for being a notorious playboy. I have no desire to get involved with him. I spend most of my time surrounded by extremely handsome men.
His charm holds no sway over me.
"I speak nothing but the truth."
I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
I glance around and accidentally make eye contact with Stella. She's clearly not pleased with my presence.
Well. The feeling is mutual.
Determined not to get drawn into an uncomfortable conversation, I muster a polite smile.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to attend to something."
I make up a vague excuse. Without waiting for a response, I gracefully step away from the group.
*
I take in the decorations.
It looks like a scene out of dreams.
I walk around the hall. The grandeur is mesmerizing. Every detail meticulously crafted to create an atmosphere of elegance and splendor.
My eyes catch a table laden with snacks.
I decide to help myself. Appreciating the momentary distraction from the formality of the event.
I sample the treats. Not quite as exquisite as Valendor's creations—but delicious nonetheless.
I see my savior approaching.
Helena.
Her presence brings relief.
"I greet Your Highness."
Helena bows. Her tone is respectful yet warm.
I motion for her to stand.
"Lady Marwood. I'm glad to see you."
I fill a plate with snacks.
"You look stunning, Your Highness."
Helena takes her place beside me.
"I must. Considering my maid and Kai spent hours on my current look."
I take a bite of a delicacy.
"Clearly, it was worth it. For you are the brightest star in this place."
Genuine admiration colors her voice.
"Oh my. You don't have to fatten me up with compliments."
I chuckle, feeling a bit lighter in her presence.
Helena and I fall into pleasant, aimless conversation. Exchanging light-hearted banter and updates on recent events.
I notice a few eyes discreetly watching me.
I pay them no mind.
I focus on my treats.