In the grand banquet hall of the Palace, the Nobles entered first, raising their faces to see the elegantly dressed Queen warmly greeting an esteemed guest. And it was none other than the Danschel beauty before the Queen.
The Queen, though attending in splendid attire and exuding grace and elegance, did not overshadow the noble lady. Without a sprinkle of golden powder, her soft hair still reflected a dazzling shine. The evening glow shone on the marble pillars as she stood with her back to the crowd, a string of pearls adorning her neck. Her tall silhouette was extremely alluring, prompting people to wonder if she had the pure eyes and complexion of a maiden. Those Nobles who opposed the marriage, even if they privately cursed Arsia as the embodiment of ugliness and sin, couldn't help but marvel at her, considering her a beauty that only an Angel or God might possess.
