The courtyard began to clear as the Emperor and the King of Brackel moved toward the reception hall, their entourages trailing behind like shadows. The charged atmosphere slowly began to dissipate, replaced by the hum of noble families mingling in smaller clusters. I lingered by the window, my gaze fixed on the crimson flag of Brackel fluttering in the evening breeze.
A knock at the door broke my focus. Natasha entered, her steps measured and purposeful.
"Young master," she began, her tone formal but with a trace of concern, "Lady Luvelia advises you to acquaint yourself with the other nobles. It would reflect well on the Brithuel family."
I stifled a sigh. "I suppose I don't have much choice, do I?"
"Not if you wish to avoid her disapproval," Natasha said, her lips curving slightly. "The Mideros family has gathered in the western gardens. It might be a good place to start."
"The Mideros family?"
