ESTOR (past):
As the sound of the last key slowly vanished, thunderous applause was given to the seventeen-year-old, who slowly stood up. The dress she was wearing was not a long gown. She held the side part of the tulle of the short gown she was wearing and bowed, resting her hand on the left side of the chest where the heart was. Every time she ended her performance, this was her style of ending it. At that time, she didn’t know that she would become famous just for her style of bowing.
As the cheers continued, all the attention went to the figure walking towards the young lady on the stage. A person they wouldn’t ignore even if they were given a hundred guts. Young he might be, but not the way he did things and the way he instilled fear in the hearts of the noble houses.
The emera
