On the balcony of the main hall, Nolan stood beside a young woman in a red gown.
She was tall, with flawless proportions—her bust, waist, and hips harmoniously balanced, as if sculpted by the hands of goddesses.
Her golden-yellow hair was styled in a half-up, half-down fashion, enhancing her graceful and serene appearance.
Her light green eyes radiated innocence, yet hidden within was a sharpness—like a wolf disguised in sheep's clothing.
Unfortunately, her perfect beauty was partially concealed by the half-mask she wore.
She stood around 1.7 meters tall—considered quite tall for a woman—but even so, the top of her head barely reached Nolan's chin.
"So," Nolan said, leaning his arm on the balcony railing before turning to her with a curious look. "Who are you? And why did you call me here?"
The woman smiled faintly and said, "I just wanted to talk to you, Prince. My sister says you're kind, strong, and caring. So naturally, I became curious."
