"Ingrid, Daughter of Fjolnir, Daughter of Thalia, First Princess of the Kingdom of Ásjáheimr, Second Princess of the Tribe Hrafnbjǫrg... has graced us with her presence."
The attention of everyone present shifted towards the door, where Ingrid stood with poise, hands delicately resting on her stomach. Though concealed behind masquerade masks, the collective astonishment was palpable.
"I certainly didn't expect the recitation of all those titles," Ingrid mused. "Perhaps they must as well include 'The Remaining Royal Captive of Sylvania' to complete it."
With a smile, she lifted her chin.
On the opposite end of the room, Ingrid's gaze met the Emperor seated upon a resplendent golden throne. Even from a distance, the silver streaks in his dark hair were discernible. His attire spoke volumes of opulence, adorned with white fur, luxurious red fabric, and an array of gold jewelry.
