The baron and his daughter barely stepped away when the next noble moved forward, his daughter on his arm. She wore a delicate smile, with dark brown curls and pearls woven through her hair that glimmered under the grand chandelier's light. Her father's voice was confident but cautious. "Your Majesty, may I present my daughter, Lady Evelina. She has been trained extensively in literature and music, ensuring she could… contribute to your court."
I nodded, keeping my expression neutral as Lady Evelina curtsied, her eyes flickering with a nervous, practiced poise. Aurora, standing beside me, raised an eyebrow in faint amusement—she knew exactly how dull I found these endless presentations.
