EVELARA
The royal court presented a magnificent spectacle, a hall adorned with mirrors and thrones, populated by nobles attired in their most exquisite silks, displaying a certain air of arrogance.
When I entered beside Lucien, every conversation died, as though the place froze. All eyes turned to us, a few gasps and side gazes.
The whispers started immediately…
“That’s her.”
“The Consort with no Crest.”
“How shameless to show her face here.”
I kept my chin high though, and my expression was very calm.
Lucien’s aura flared beside me — a silent command that forced the murmurs to quiet. But not completely. Some dared to whisper still, emboldened by envy.
Leonel followed close behind, his gaze sweeping the crowd like a predator marking threat.
When we reached t
