Later, Martha entered Eiravyne's room, finding her sitting on the ground with her face buried in her palms.
Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, the weight of the day's revelations and the looming ball pressing heavily on her.
Martha knelt beside her, a look of concern etched on her face.
"My lady," Martha began gently, placing a comforting hand on Eiravyne's shoulder. "The ball tonight is for the nobles of Wandova only. It's to introduce you to society as Duke Ilkar's fiancée."
Eiravyne lifted her head, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The significance of the event hit her with full force.
Martha continued, her voice soft but firm, "The guests will include the most influential families in Wandova, all eager to meet you. This isn't just a social gathering; it's a formal announcement of your place by the Duke's side."
The enormity of the situation made Eiravyne feel even more overwhelmed.
