"Bernard! Our guests of honor are almost here, and the desserts are not yet served!"
The Archduchess never broke flutter pace as she fanned herself anxiously, a few loose curls of her classic updo flying up and down simultaneously with the motion of her wrist. She never neglected her duties to smile here and there or wave a hand meanwhile when she made eye contact with one of the guests that swarmed into the celebration hall.
News about the King of Emoria attending the banquet had everyone worrying about the security aspects of the celebration with a nearby forest infested with rebels, while the event planning and management fell completely on the mistress of house de Lanark.
The major-domo made sure to stand three steps next to the Archduchess at all times today, he fixed his monocle with his index finger and checked the time on his silver pocket watch.
"Madam, they are but following my instructions to serve it at noon, sharp,"
