The grand halls of the mansion were alive with excitement and anticipation as the guests arrived in their opulent horse carriages. The night air was filled with the sound of horses' hooves and the rustling of fine clothing. As the nobilities stepped out of their carriages, their eyes widened in amazement at the sight that greeted them.
The grand entrance was adorned with exquisite ice sculptures, meticulously crafted to capture the essence of elegance and beauty. Each sculpture seemed to glisten under the soft glow of the lanterns, casting a mesmerizing spell on anyone who laid eyes on them. The guests couldn't help but stop and admire the intricate details, marveling at the craftsmanship that had brought these frozen masterpieces to life.
Barons and Baronesses, Viscounts and Countesses, Marquesses and Marchionesses, and even Dukes and Duchesses—all mingled and exchanged greetings as they made their way into the mansion. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, as the nobilities from different corners of the kingdom came together under one roof.
Whispers of anticipation filled the air as everyone wondered what Duke Karl would present to them on this auspicious occasion. As an abandoned prince, Karl's actions were under scrutiny, and many were curious to see whether he could sway their opinions and gain their support.
The ice sculptures were a topic of conversation among the guests, as they marveled at the beauty and uniqueness of each piece. "Have you ever seen such craftsmanship before?" a Baroness remarked to her companion. "This is truly a sight to behold."
As the moments ticked by, the anticipation in the air grew thicker. The guests exchanged glances, waiting for the arrival of Duke Karl and his bride, Lady Rose. The ballroom, adorned with elegant decorations and intricate chandeliers, was the backdrop for the evening's events.
Tina's skilled hands moved with precision, adjusting every detail of Rose's gown to perfection. The gown shimmered with elegance, its fabric flowing gracefully as Rose moved. The final touch was a delicate necklace that Tina fastened around Rose's neck.
As Rose stepped out of her dressing room, Karl was waiting by the front door, his eyes fixed on her. Her beauty took his breath away, but his expression remained stoic. "Are you ready for the party, Rose?" he asked in his characteristic cold tone.
Rose smiled softly, her eyes filled with determination. "Yes, I am ready," she replied. In her mind, she reminded herself of her past experiences attending various work parties. She knew she had the skills to navigate social situations, and this party was no different. She was here to gather information, make connections, and support Karl in whatever way she could.
With Karl by her side, they made their way to the grand hall room, where the party was in full swing. The grand entrance and the stunning ice sculptures left both guests and nobilities in awe. The room was filled with laughter, conversations, and the clinking of glasses.
Calos walked alongside Karl and Rose, making sure they were properly introduced to the guests. As they mingled, Rose engaged in conversations with various nobilities, showcasing her charm and wit. She was determined to make the most of this opportunity, not only for herself but also to support Karl's efforts.
Meanwhile, Karl's eyes scanned the room, his demeanor stern and focused. He was here on a mission, keeping a watchful eye on the interactions and conversations around him. He exchanged pleasantries with the nobilities, all while calculating his moves in the grand game of politics that was unfolding before him.
With confidence and poise, Karl stepped forward to address the guests who had gathered for the welcome party. His voice resonated through the room as he thanked each of them for joining the event. The grand hall was filled with a sense of anticipation as they waited to hear his words.
"Thank you all for gracing us with your presence tonight," Karl began, his voice steady and commanding. "It is an honor to welcome you to this event." He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, making eye contact with nobilities from various ranks.
"In addition to welcoming you to our home," Karl continued, "I am pleased to introduce my wife, Lady Rose Elizabeth Lezette Mortena." He turned slightly to indicate Rose, who stood by his side, her grace and beauty evident to all.
As Karl mentioned the Mortena family name, a murmur of recognition and surprise rippled through the crowd. Whispers spread, and the nobilities exchanged knowing glances. The Mortena family's reputation preceded them – one of the most powerful and respected noble families in the entire Flatenia kingdom. The name alone carried weight and influence.
With a confident smile, Karl acknowledged the reaction from the guests. "Yes, the Mortena family stands by my side, and I am honored to have their support," he stated firmly, his voice carrying a hint of pride.
As the truth sank in, the nobilities present began to connect the dots. The renowned Duke Leon Lezette Mortena, a world-famous pharmaceutics expert, was Rose's grandfather. The revelation added a new layer of significance to Karl's position. No longer just an abandoned prince, he now had a powerful ally who could shape the kingdom's health and well-being.
The conversations among the guests grew more animated, questions and speculations filling the air. Karl's move to include the Mortena family in his circle shifted the political landscape dramatically. The dynamics of power and influence were in flux, and the nobilities understood that alliances were forming and reshaping in the shadows of the grand hall.
As Karl and Rose stood side by side, their united front spoke volumes. Karl's calculated move had garnered attention and respect, making it clear that he was no longer an isolated figure. Rose's presence and lineage added a layer of credibility that could not be denied.
The party, once a mere social gathering, had become a strategic battleground of social maneuvering and political calculations. Karl and Rose's actions were calculated steps in the intricate dance of power, as they navigated their way through a sea of nobilities with their own agendas.
As Rose gracefully stepped forward, her presence exuded confidence and elegance. The nobilities' attention was immediately captured by her regal demeanor. With a serene smile, she addressed the guests, her voice carrying a calm yet commanding tone.
"Good evening, esteemed guests," Rose began, her words carefully chosen. "It is my honor to stand before you as Duchess Rose Elizabeth Lezette Mortena." The title "Duchess" resonated with authority, and a hushed murmur of acknowledgment rippled through the crowd.
"As a token of my gratitude for your presence tonight, I have prepared a gift for each of you," Rose continued, her voice carrying a warmth that endeared her to the nobilities. She gestured to Tina and irises, who skillfully brought out the meticulously designed embroidered handkerchiefs.
These handkerchiefs were no ordinary pieces. Each one was a work of art, handcrafted with intricate embroidery and delicate details that were truly one-of-a-kind. The designs were inspired by Rose's knowledge from her past life, incorporating elements that were both timeless and unique.
"These handkerchiefs," Rose explained, "have been carefully crafted to reflect the beauty and elegance of this occasion. They are a symbol of friendship, unity, and the connections we forge here tonight." Her words resonated with the guests, who watched in awe as the handkerchiefs were presented.
As the nobilities received their gifts, their eyes widened with delight. The handkerchiefs were unlike anything they had ever seen before, and the craftsmanship was unparalleled. Each lady held her gift with a sense of reverence, appreciating the thought and care that had gone into creating them.
Rose's strategic move to present such a thoughtful and unique gift had its desired effect. The ladies were not only charmed by her grace and poise but also impressed by her ability to combine tradition with innovation. The party had transformed into a place of genuine connection, where the nobilities mingled and conversed with a renewed sense of camaraderie.
Amidst the beauty of the grand hall and the elegance of the ice sculptures, Rose's gesture of presenting the handkerchiefs added a personal touch that resonated with each guest. It was a gesture that spoke of unity and friendship, transcending the usual formalities of a welcome party.
As the evening continued, conversations flowed more freely, alliances were formed, and connections were solidified. Rose's thoughtful gift had set the stage for a night of genuine interaction, where nobilities from different ranks and backgrounds found common ground in their appreciation for her generosity and creativity.
In the midst of the musical play and the lively atmosphere of the party, Rose's eyes locked onto her target, Viscount Eric Kland Gedente. Her gaze remained steady as she observed him from across the room, analyzing his interactions and demeanor. She had a clear objective in mind and was determined to approach him with her proposal.
Waiting for the opportune moment, Rose gracefully navigated through the crowd until she stood before Viscount Eric. With a polite smile, she addressed him, "Good evening, Viscount Eric. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Viscount Eric's response was a polite nod, acknowledging her presence. He was known for being reserved and calculating, and his reputation as the leader of the black trade association had earned him a certain level of respect and caution.
"I must admit, I've heard quite a bit about your expertise in business and trade," Rose continued, choosing her words carefully. "It's a reputation that speaks for itself."
Viscount Eric raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her approach. "And what might your interest in my expertise be, Duchess?"
Rose's smile remained gentle but carried a hint of intrigue. "You see, Viscount Eric, I find myself in possession of something that could greatly benefit both of our interests. A unique and powerful antibiotic formula derived from the Cetoz plant."
The mention of the Cetoz plant caught Viscount Eric's attention. His expression remained guarded, but a glimmer of curiosity shone in his eyes. "And what makes this antibiotic formula so special?"
"Its effectiveness is unmatched," Rose replied confidently. "It could revolutionize the medical field, offering treatments that were once thought impossible. Imagine the profits that could be gained from such a breakthrough."
Viscount Eric's lips curled into a subtle smile. "Indeed, the potential for profit is intriguing. But why bring this opportunity to me?"
"Because, Viscount Eric, I understand that your primary concern is profit, not allegiance to any particular faction or noble house," Rose explained. "You have the freedom to operate outside the political power struggles, and I believe our interests align in this regard."
Viscount Eric leaned back slightly, considering her words. "And what is it that you require from me in exchange for this formula?"
Rose's smile deepened. "A partnership, Viscount. Your expertise in the world of trade could help distribute this antibiotic formula to places where it's needed most. In return, you'll gain access to a product that could generate unparalleled profits."
Viscount Eric studied her for a moment, weighing the potential benefits against the risks. "You present an interesting proposition, Duchess. But what assurance do I have that this formula is as valuable as you claim?"
Rose's expression remained composed. "I'm willing to provide you with a sample of the antibiotic formula, along with its documentation, for your own assessment. If you find its potential promising, we can move forward with our partnership."
Viscount Eric's gaze narrowed, considering her offer. "Very well, Duchess. I'll take you up on your offer. Provide me with the sample and documentation, and I'll evaluate its potential."
As they concluded their conversation, Rose knew that she had successfully engaged Viscount Eric's interest. The negotiations had just begun, and the outcome could shape the future of their partnership. With a final nod, Viscount Eric excused himself, leaving Rose with a sense of accomplishment.
In the midst of the grand welcome party, beneath the glimmering chandeliers and amidst the sophisticated elegance, Rose's strategic move had set the stage for a new alliance – one that transcended the usual boundaries of power and politics. The night held promises of both transformation and intrigue, with Viscount Eric's involvement potentially altering the course of their shared goals.