The preparations for the party took place in the most amazing way. It was like a dream with one's eyes open. In the morning, an aide from the palace appeared in the hall of Cyril's residence, looking dashing and showing off his skills.
"Greetings, young master! I am here by order of Her Majesty!"
Cyril should have known. Just like the stubborn Prince Algis, this trait must be a descendant of the royal family.
"Alright, I understand! I will prepare!" He turned to his butler. "Can you take him to the drawing room first?"
Cyril's butler bowed and invited the palace attendant to follow. Meanwhile, Cyril went upstairs and had his personal butler help him prepare.
Fortunately, the news that Cyril was the king's illegitimate son had not yet spread. But soon, the news would surely be picked up by other nobles. He got goosebumps thinking about the nobles coming to this house just for the hospitality.
