All eyes turned to the doors, where a tall, dignous Stella Congreve, comtesse of Liddertal stood. Next to the comtesse, stood the holder of all the previously listed magistral titles.
Blond, pale, skinny, slightly stooped, dresses in a long lightblue dress in which she obviously felt uneasy.
‘Emhyr Deithwen straightened up in his throne, the guests immediately bowed down.
Stella Congreve inconspicuously pushed the blonde girl forward and both walked through the hall of bowing nobles, the representatives of Nilfgaards best families. The girl walked stiff and uncertain. She tried to copy the comtesse.
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon stumbled.
Ugly and skinny, thought the comtesse on the way to the throne. Clumsy and not very smart. But I will make a lady out of her. I will make a Prince
