The first day of the founding week arrived. Since the emperor was mandated to host a public ball, a lot of people attended. A long line of carriages from across the empire was lining up from outside the castle, waiting for their turn to get off.
"I expect it to be packed, but I didn't think the ball will be this huge," Aries murmured, staring at the line of carriage that stretched even from outside the gates from the window of her room. "Those from behind the line will surely come later."
It wouldn't even be an exaggeration if others would arrive at the last minute. With the inspections and procedures before entering, others should just forget to attend tonight's ball. But so far, Aries didn't see any carriage that back out despite the traffic.
"Does this happen every year?" she asked at the maid standing behind her, pivoting on her heel to face the middle-aged servant.
