The next day was one that witnessed the embassy in at its busiest state. Camel carriages of various ambassadors stopped outside the door and a steady stream of dignitaries entered through the doors. Among them was the Crown Prince of Vordania, formally responding to Duke Dragomir's insistence that anyone with business in Drakemore or who had recently visited the embassy attend today's ceremony that was held in the language of Drakemore since all the aristocrats in Vordania fluently spoke it.
Despite the many available seats inside the chapel, Erland's sister, Emma, chose to stand conspicuously next to his preaching stand instead of blending in with the knights in the back rows who remained on their feet. Her position was a blatant cry for attention, especially since she flaunted a lady-in-waiting who appeared to be from Drakemore—a privilege that a commoner from the desert would never have.
