The luncheon was held in the eastern gardens of the palace, an open space shaded by silk canopies.
Golden trays and crystal goblets gleamed on long tables as noble ladies gathered in clusters, their silks rustling and jewels glittering in the sunlight.
The air was fragrant with roses and peonies.
A eunuch's voice rang out, commanding silence.
"Her Majesty, the Empress! Her Highness, the Princess Daphne of Eldoria!"
Instantly, the bustling chatter stilled.
Every lady present rose gracefully, their skirts swishing in unison as they bowed low in respect.
Daphne stepped in beside Katherine, the Empress radiant as ever, her hand gently guiding Daphne forward.
Daphne's soft glow, her elegance heightened by weeks of seclusion and the healthy colour that had returned to her cheeks, caught every gaze.
Whispers began almost immediately.
"The Rose of Eldoria truly lives up to her name…" one lady sighed, clutching her fan. "So breathtaking."
