Before Sylfia could respond, the deep, formal voice of one of the palace guards rang out over the chatter of the hall, cutting through the music.
"Announcing the arrival of the esteemed House of Dravenhart!"
The grand double doors at the far end of the ballroom swung open, spilling golden light from the corridor beyond. The murmurs of the nobles shifted instantly, now carrying notes of curiosity and anticipation.
Tiana's arms slowly lowered, her sharp eyes fixed on the entrance. "Speaking of the devil," she muttered under her breath.
A ripple of murmurs spread like fire among the nobles.
"Look at Lady Ellory… how radiant she is tonight."
"Her beauty only grows more refined, just like her mother."
"And the young master Cyruz such poise for his age."
Eyes sparkled, fans fluttered, and whispers of admiration trailed their every step. Ellory, dressed in deep crimson silk with gold embroidery, smiled gracefully, acknowledging the attention with a polite nod.
