"Yeah, definitely!"
The loud cackles of young gallant men filled the hall as she walked down with her arms diligently behind her back.
The luxuriously decorated hall held finely adorned lamp stands which illuminated her path as she glided with her dress rubbing the head of the polished floors.
Her sharp ears picked out from the numerous voices which were murmuring to get the one she sought.
A smirk left her lips when she heard his voice.
"Of course, they would not do that. They know who my father is," Jren spoke up in his usual pompous manner as he sipped from the wine in his hands.
Aella stood by the entrance as she watched the gathering of the lads in the dining room with a pristine look on her face.
Her presence was not yet noticed so she merely stood like a ghost in her lilac dress which fit her blonde curls which was put on a low bun.
Just then, one of the boys saw her and his eyes widened before he tapped Jren instantly.
