"Well, that was positively colorful and perfectly coordinated," Seren remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She clasped her hands together, drawing the group's attention as she gracefully rose from the blanket, her wind element lifting her effortlessly.
Cynthia stood as well, chuckling lightly. "Yes, Aunt Seren, it was. And while you couldn't see the colors, I hope you enjoyed the procession nonetheless."
"It was... fine," Seren replied indifferently, though a hint of amusement touched her lips. "The only thing truly interesting was finally getting a chance to analyze a Leviathan up close without the risk of being obliterated." Her voice turned more serious. "No matter how strong anyone becomes, I doubt there will ever be a day when someone could best a Leviathan. They are the pinnacle of power."
The group nodded in agreement.
"Aunt Seren, I wonder if you can answer a question that's been puzzling me since the march passed," Cynthia said, furrowing her brow in thought.
"Ask away, my dear," Seren replied cautiously, sensing the weight behind Cynthia's question. "I'll answer to the best of my abilities."
"It's about Yalzeruth," Cynthia began. "During the last nobles' assembly, there was quite an uproar about the environmental effects following his passing. They predicted continuous snowfall for weeks afterward, but when he flew overhead today, there wasn't a single drop of snow. It grew noticeably warmer. Do you know the reason for this change?"
Seren's expression remained thoughtful as she considered Cynthia's question.
"Now that's an intriguing question," Seren mused. "Yalzeruth is a Leviathan of water and ice. If I had to guess, he must have altered something within himself before flying overhead. Unfortunately, that's all I can offer just a guess. Leviathans, especially his kind, are enigmatic creatures. And there are three other types, each more mind-boggling than the last. It's still a marvel how the first monarch of Brittanor managed to bond with such a being."
Cynthia nodded in understanding. "Thank you for your insight, Aunt Seren."
"If anything," Seren added with a smirk, "why don't you ask Her Majesty herself? I hear she's quite fond of you."
Cynthia smiled, shaking her head. "I suspect tonight's ball will have more than a few nobles asking the same question, so hopefully, I won't have to bring it up at all."
"There's no denying that, my child," Seren said, "but I'm talking about you, not them. What if they don't dare to ask Her Majesty? Will you stay silent and let it pass?"
"No, Aunt Seren, I won't," Cynthia assured her.
"Make sure of it, then. I'll ask you tomorrow when we head to Lumenoth if you've got an answer," Seren said, smiling.
"Don't worry, Aunt, I will," Cynthia promised.
"Mhm, good," Seren replied with satisfaction.
"In any case, I think I'll head back to my manor for some rest. You should be getting ready for the celebration ball tonight," Seren added as Opal and Jennifer finished gathering their items, their movements efficient and seamless.
"I hope you get a good rest, Aunt Seren," Cynthia said with a warm smile, though she knew her aunt couldn't see it.
Seren nodded, her hands clasped behind her back, turning slightly as if sensing the smile. "You ladies, make sure my niece stays in good health," she added in her usual commanding tone.
"We will do our utmost not to disappoint you, ma'am," Jennifer and Opal responded in perfect unison.
Seren hummed in acknowledgment as she strolled away, her graceful movements exuding confidence. Once her aunt was out of sight, Cynthia turned to Opal. "What time is it?" she asked, her thoughts already shifting toward the evening's preparations.
Opal glanced at the elegant pocket watch hanging from her belt. "It's approaching two o'clock, Lady Cynthia. You'll have enough time to return home and prepare for the celebration ball."
"Very well, let's head back," Cynthia said decisively, already walking toward the park's exit where their estate's carriage waited.
After Cynthia instructed to return to the residence, the three women settled into the carriage. Once the door was closed, the carriage began its smooth journey back to the estate.
As the carriage rolled over the cobblestone streets, the rhythmic sound of wheels against the stones lulled Cynthia into a calm state. She gazed out the window, watching the vibrant colors of the town blur by.
After some time had passed, the carriage arrived at the estate. Cynthia stepped down from the carriage and made her way toward the entrance. As she entered the estate, her heels clicked against the polished marble floor. The air was fragrant with fresh blooms arranged in vases throughout the foyer.
She made her way to her room, closely followed by Opal and Jennifer. When they reached her room, Jennifer opened the door, allowing Cynthia to enter. After entering, Cynthia went to her chair by the glass door to prepare for her shower. Meanwhile, Jennifer was preparing the dress that Marchioness Moore had made for Cynthia to wear to the ball, while Opal was in the shower chambers getting the bath ready.
"Young Miss, it's time for you to begin getting ready for your evening outing," Jennifer said as she approached Cynthia.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Cynthia stood and headed toward the shower chamber. Before entering, she turned to Jennifer. "Could you fetch me some cool refreshments? Something cold and sweet, perhaps a piece of cake as well."
Jennifer bowed and swiftly left the room to fulfill the request, heading to the kitchen. After Cynthia refreshed herself, she returned to her room in a luxurious teal-colored bathing robe, her hair still damp from the shower. As she entered, Jennifer was standing by the chair, a cart beside her bearing an assortment of cookies, the cake Cynthia had requested, and a glass jug filled with light red juice topped with ice.
With a smile, Cynthia walked over and sat down, watching as Jennifer poured the chilled drink into a tall glass and placed it on the side table. "Thank you, Jennifer," she said warmly as she accepted a small saucer with the piece of cake.
Taking her time, Cynthia enjoyed her snack, savoring the cold, sweet refreshment. The quiet moment offered her a brief respite before the evening ahead. Once she had finished, Opal approached, gently reminding her, "It's time to get ready for the celebration ball, Lady Cynthia."
Cynthia stood, and Jennifer and Opal began their work, dressing her for the prestigious event. They fitted her into a stunning, floor-length gown crafted from luxurious deep sapphire silk that shimmered in the evening light. The bodice was adorned with intricate silver embroidery in the shape of delicate vines, highlighting her graceful form. The gown's skirt flowed elegantly as she moved, lending her an ethereal presence.
Jennifer fastened a silver necklace around Cynthia's neck, each small sapphire set perfectly to match the gown. Her silver heels clicked softly against the floor, adding both height and an air of sophistication. The ensemble was completed with a delicate silver clutch and sparkling drop earrings that twinkled like stars.
As they finished, Cynthia looked in the mirror, admiring the transformation. "What is the time?" she asked, her tone calm yet focused.
"Almost five o'clock, Young Miss," Jennifer replied. "It will soon be time for you and the Marquess to leave for the ball."
"Mhmm, I will go now," Cynthia said with a nod, smoothing her gown one last time. She left her room and made her way down the grand hall, her footsteps light as the anticipation of the evening began to settle in. The celebration awaited, and with it, the mysteries and politics of the noble world she would soon face.
As Cynthia descended the grand staircase, she noticed the head butler and her father, the Marquess, walking through the passageway, making their way toward the grand hall.
The Marquess's eyes lit up when he saw her. "You look absolutely stunning, my dear," he remarked with pride. He was dressed impeccably in a deep crimson velvet coat adorned with subtle gold embroidery along the edges. The high collar and tails gave him an air of elegance and authority, while the silk waistcoat in rich emerald green added a refined contrast. Minimal silver thread patterns adorned the vest, complementing the tailored black trousers and polished leather boots he wore. A golden sash draped diagonally across his chest signified his noble status, though his attire remained free of excessive embellishments, such as brooches or feathers, emphasizing his dignified simplicity.
"Thank you, Father. You look rather dashing yourself," Cynthia replied with a smile.
The Marquess beamed at her comment, his wide smile reflecting his delight.
"Well now, we must be off," the Marquess said, offering his arm to Cynthia. She accepted with a graceful nod, linking her arm through his as they walked together. The staff gathered near the entrance, bowing respectfully and wishing them a pleasant outing as they stepped outside to the waiting carriage.
Once seated and secured inside, the carriage lurched forward, carrying them toward the grandeur of the Imperial Palace. The rhythmic sound of the wheels turning over cobblestone accompanied their journey.
As Cynthia watched the trees pass by, the scenery gradually shifted with the setting sun. Lights began to flicker on, casting a warm glow over the streets as adults and children strolled through, their faces lit with anticipation. Stalls were being set up along the roads, vendors preparing for the festivities that would continue into the night.
As the carriage passed the central plaza, Cynthia's gaze was drawn to the large screen proudly displaying the nation's flag, a vibrant mix of colors with the letters "EI" emblazoned at its center. Moments later, the flag faded, and the image of the Empress appeared on the screen.
The Empress was the embodiment of elegance and authority. She wore a flowing gown of the finest silk, shimmering softly in ivory under the evening light. The gown featured a delicate off-the-shoulder neckline, subtly embroidered with gold threads that added a touch of opulence without overwhelming the design. Her fitted bodice, adorned with defined lace, highlighted her refined grace.
The skirt was airy and layered, allowing for graceful movement while maintaining a majestic aura. A golden belt cinched her waist, further emphasizing her regal stature. Her sheer, billowy sleeves ended in gentle cuffs, adding to the ethereal quality of the ensemble.
Resting atop her head was the Empress's crown, a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Its frame shimmered with diamond-studded crosses and delicate floral motifs, casting a regal light over her figure. Perfectly aligned pearls circled the base of the crown, completing the look. Her delicate silver earrings, reflecting the evening glow, added the final touch to her resplendent appearance.
As Cynthia observed the Empress on the screen, a sense of awe rippled through the streets. The people stopped to watch, reverence in their eyes as the Empress was about to address the nation, her presence commanding every inch of the plaza. All movement came to a hault with the Empress now on display even the carriage Cynthia was in,Cynthia could feel the admiration that flowed from the gathered crowd as every waited on the Empress`s address.
"Citizens of Brittannor, loyal subjects and guardians of our great empire, I address you today with immense pride and gratitude as we stand on the threshold of a monumental moment in our history. One thousand years a millennium of power, prosperity, and progress have shaped the nation we celebrate today. The age of the empire is not just a testament to the strength of our armies or the majesty of our land; it is a reflection of the resilience, dedication, and unity of each and every one of you."
"Through the trials of time, we have weathered storms, overcome adversities, and emerged stronger with each passing generation. It is your determination, your hard work, and your loyalty to our shared cause that have brought us to this point. You, the citizens of Brittannor, are the foundation upon which this empire has stood firm for a thousand years. From the humblest villages to the heart of our capital, your contributions have been the bedrock of our success."
"I stand before you today not only as your Empress but as a servant to this great nation. We look to the future with a clear vision, knowing that it is through continued investment in our people and our future that we will secure an even greater tomorrow. It has always been our policy to place our future first to nurture our youth, cultivate our lands, and pursue innovation. We must never allow the distractions of petty politics or the incompetence of a few to hinder the progress we are capable of. Together, we will continue to rise, as we have always done."
"As we mark thousand years of unparalleled growth, each one of you has reason to stand proud. Our empire endures because of you. Because of your spirit, your strength, and your unwavering dedication. We have achieved greatness, and our future remains bright because we, as one nation, continue to build it together."
"Now, join me in congratulating our great nation on its years of continuous growth and prosperity: Happy one thousandth year of success, our beloved Brittannor!
"I encourage you all to embrace the celebrations that lie ahead. The festivals across the empire has been graciously sponsored by the crown, and it is my hope that every citizen enjoys these festivities in honor of all that we have accomplished. Let today be a reminder of how far we have come and how far we will still go."
The Empress's speech echoed in Cynthia's mind as the screen faded, her regal presence leaving a lasting impression on everyone in the streets. Cheers erupted all around, the citizens of Brittannor filling the air with shouts of praise and joy for their Empress and the empire they cherished. The festive atmosphere seemed to pulse with renewed energy, a reflection of the pride and unity the Empress had so eloquently captured in her words.
As the carriage carried Cynthia and the Marquess toward the palace, the jubilant scene outside gave way to the grand structure of the Imperial Palace, glowing with golden light as dusk settled in. The carriage slowed to a halt before the palace gates, where royal guards, dressed in their finest ceremonial armor, allowed them entry. The grand structure loomed ahead, its magnificent spires piercing the sky as if touching the stars themselves.
Once the carriage came to a stop, the Marquess stepped out first, his movements graceful and dignified. He turned, offering his hand to Cynthia. "Shall we?" he asked, his tone warm but filled with the seriousness of the occasion. Cynthia accepted his hand, stepping down from the carriage with poise, her gown flowing elegantly around her.
As they approached the grand entrance, the staff bowed deeply in deference. The palace was aglow with countless lights, casting a warm, inviting glow over the hall. The sounds of music and conversation drifted from inside as nobles gathered for the evening's grand eventthe celebration of Brittannor's thousand-year reign.