The eyes of the onlookers were locked toward the group of women that just came out of the grand carriage. The purple hair one led them as her hips swaying and her arms swinging when she walked. Her eyes were sharp forward as she ascended those stairs, pricking the hearts of those young nobles and the likes. She might not be as tall as the others nor strong as the others, but every woman in the room knew the difference between her and the ones behind her.
Ryona had her arms behind her head as she aloofly walked the way she wanted even in a formal such as this. Her smile turned brighter as she looked at the variety of foods on the curved table. She was the wildest of all of them, but she didn't care how the onlookers think that she didn't belong in such an event.
