The Harencross estate was alive with sound and light.
The wide halls were filled with nobles. Some had come from the Indrath Empire, others from the Arya Empire.
Expensive clothes brushed past one another as servants moved through the crowd with trays of wine.
Soft music played in the background, trying to bind two empires together for one night.
This wedding was no small event. It joined the daughter of Count Harencross of the Indrath Empire with the successor of Duke Cyan of the Arya Empire. Every guest present carried status, power, or both.
Among these high-ranking nobles, one figure stood out without trying.
"Haa…" Marinate sighed.
She was alone in her room, far from the noise and laughter outside.
She had no interest in joining the crowd. Over the years, such gatherings had lost their charm for her.
Once, she had been known for her bright and lively beauty.
