Adelaide de Lanark never dreamed of crossing anyone. Her social status was at best a convenience when it got her where she wanted to go, and at worst, a hindrance when it stood in her way of helping others.
What did I ever do to you? Her eyes cried out the words that she could never say out loud under the short aggressive glares Egon kept giving her. It was even worse that she caught him doing it so often, for it only meant that she could not keep her eyes away from him for too long.
Surrounded by the curious eyes and ears of all the aristocrats around them, the de Lanarks and the von Conradies stood in the middle of the celebration hall in perfect keeping with the Lanarkian customs of having the Monarch of Emoria in the center of a festivity at all times.
"Lanark is famous for its architecture, you would not find this level of sophistication in Kolhis, would you now?"
