The clinking of a silver spoon against a crystal glass silenced the gentle hum of chatter in the grand hall. All eyes turned to a regal woman standing at the head of the room, her presence commanding as much attention as her daughter's. This was Lady Isolde, Leona's mother, a striking figure known for her poise and elegance. Her long, dark hair was streaked with silver, and her emerald-green eyes mirrored Leona's, though they carried a wisdom and sharpness born of years of leadership.
Raising her glass, Lady Isolde began with a voice as smooth as silk, yet carrying the weight of authority. "Honored guests, family, and friends, I thank you all for gathering here tonight to celebrate my beloved daughter, Leona. Tonight, we honor not only her birth but the extraordinary woman she has become."
