"Good morning, Lady Viola!"
"Greetings to the snow's descendant!"
Walking past the plethora of workers who are preparing the stage and decorations for tomorrow's ceremony, I send my greetings back to them as I make my way to the meeting area where the ceremony organizers are waiting.
"Good morning, everyone," I say as I walk into the room with Isaac following close behind. "I hope I'm not disturbing anything."
The men and women in the room lunge out of their seats once they catch glimpse of me in the room and collectively shout, "Good morning to the snow's descendant, Lady Viola!"
Somewhat used to people shout greetings at me, I raise my hands. "No need to be so formal. We have to work together to make sure that the ceremony goes off well, so treat me casually." Taking an empty seat, I initiate the conversation since it doesn't look like anyone is willing to start. "What will I be scheduled to do during the ceremony?"
