After a long ride in the carriage, the Cherlianns had finally arrived at the Atlan's estate — where the grand celebrations were being held.
The grounds and buildings were just as impeccably put together as a royal palace. The gardens around the mansion were flourishing with spring flowers, and the driveway was filled to the brim with elaborate carriages and beautiful steeds. Irene gazed with eyes of wonder at all the nobles, ministers and important figures filtering into the building with an air of grace and dignity about them.
Once the Cherlianns had alighted the carriage, everyone gazed up at Rudien in recognition. The tall, regal duke renowned for his frightening prowess in war. Those sharp, crimson irises framed by silver strands of hair.
A handsome man, but his face was hard and u
