"Everyone," the emperor said, his voice calm and warm, "as you all may know, today my dearest daughter has turned eight."
Emperor Gray von Indrath smiled gently as he raised the wine glass in his hand.
It was only half full, yet he held it with great care.
Beside him stood his wife, the empress, her smile soft and proud as she looked at their child.
In front of them stood a young girl, around eight years old.
She had bright red hair and sharp red eyes.
Her back was straight, her chin slightly raised.
Her expression was extremely arrogant, and on her small nose sat a pride so strong that it could not be ignored.
Even at such a young age, her presence was impossible to miss.
"I hope all of you will bless my daughter," the emperor continued, "and also the princess of the Indrath Empire, Charlotte von Indrath."
As he spoke, his eyes slowly moved across the grand hall.
Nobles of every rank were present, from the lowest to the highest.
