"...The Princess Arvilla, and the Emperor himself, His Royal Majesty, EmperorTheron Uleavien!"
Her heart gave a loud thump as she gazed up on the seats where the patrons were. The people around them clapped, some even lifted their heads up either with a smile or a frown, bitter chuckles escaping their lips. One man, particularly the one seated behind Evelina, whispered to his companion, "I've dined with the Emperor once. Tried to offer my daughter to him but he declined."
"How pitiful, Lord Disgus. How about the prince, then?"
"Prince Alphonse was at death's door that time. But since he has returned, I should think of coming back to make another offer. My second is unmarried, still."
Alright, she had had enough listening to their conversation. They were nothing but cheap men calling themselves rich.
