The Varrow estate's grand hall was a quiet storm of activity as servants bustled to prepare for the arrival of an unexpected but significant guest: Crown Prince Kael himself. The announcement had sent a ripple of tension through the household, though Celeste remained outwardly composed.
Kael's arrival was a rarity. The Crown Prince did not often make casual visits, and when he did, it was never without purpose. Celeste had seen his cold, calculating nature firsthand in the novel. His words were as sharp as his blade, and his ability to unnerve even the most confident noble was infamous.
Yet, if Celeste wanted to survive this world, gaining Kael's favor—or at least avoiding his ire—was crucial.
When the heavy doors to the estate opened, Celeste stood at the center of the entrance hall, her gown of deep green flowing like water as she curtsied low.
"Your Highness," she said, her voice steady, "it is an honor to welcome you to the Varrow estate."
