"Ladies and gentlemen!" boomed a voice from the direction of the instruments. It was most certainly a voice that was amplified by magic, making it perfectly clear despite the acoustics of the vast amphitheater. "Her Royal Highness, Felicity Primrose Amabelle Valorian, Third Princess to the Crown of the Vraven Kingdom, has arrived. Stand and bow in honor of her presence!"
Muted silence fell over the hall in an instant. The idle chatter, the murmurs of speculation, and even the distant sounds of rustling gowns and polished shoes came to an abrupt halt. The only sound left was Jasmine's muted yelp as she practically jumped in her seat. Her trembling hand squeezed mine tighter than ever.
To be fair, she wasn't the only one thrown off. Even I hadn't expected this outcome. The Scarlet Lilies or the duke's daughters were one thing… but a literal princess of royal blood?
