Despite the intense stare of the nobles around Cailina, she remained poised as she walked behind her parents with the customary expression. She kept her hands clasped in front of her as she walked with a straight back towards the Emperor.
The steps she took seemed endless as the Monarch was on the far side of the hall. She and her family were paraded for all the guests to see.
Observing their every gesture, every lift of a finger was left not uncaught from their keen gaze.
One misstep would be their social death as a highly respected Imperial Noble.
Her disorganized thoughts and her racing heart blocked out the murmurs she could hear from the crowd. It meant nothing to her as they were only empty words that accused and praised them.
She focused only on one thing.
Not receive the disapproval of the Emperor.
