The festivities in the grand hall was already in full swing when Ysabel and Reis joined in. They were greeted with polite smiles and curt nods from the other monarchs.
Most of them gawked at Reis, wondering who she was. In her delight and nervousness, Reis squeezed Ysabel's hand.
Music blared from the place, enchanting the palace maid even more than the assortment of food on display and drinks served by the servants who mill around. The monarchs from the other kingdoms were chatting happily, glancing at Ysabel when she made the late entrance.
Ysabel tilted her head slightly, greeting them in exchange.
Colorful and elegant gowns paraded in her vision, and the smell of liquor hung heavily in the air. In one corner, Ysabel saw Gwendolyn whispering to Lady Dolores, daughter of Duke Meynard from Quinnsvale.
It was a kingdom between Eyeris and Bezmun but wasn't heard of until they became famous for their silks.
They have magnificent quality silks and the finest.
