Aristocrats and Soldiers stood as we entered, their thunderous applause ringing in my ears. Instinctively, I edged closer to Fyren, taking refuge behind his wide back. But as we walked to the Lord's table, I mustered my courage and forced myself to remain open and unguarded, leaving my slave crest and demonic features on full display. To my surprise, the cheers only seemed to increase, with several soldiers even whistling in appreciation of my beauty.
Growing red from the army's adoration, I walked faster, catching up to Soltair before Lord Griffon. The soldiers fell silent as the handsomely dressed Lord stood and extended a hand toward us.
