Upon arriving at the palace, a procession of servants welcomed me. They took care of my coat and purse, guiding me along the cobblestone path to the main entrance. Unexpectedly, a man with a chest the size of a barrel announced my arrival to the other guests.
"Princess Ivania Ventrue, Lady of the Marquessate of Umbraluna!"
An intense wave of heat flushed my cheeks as I found myself under the gaze of a hundred unknown eyes. Men in elegant tailcoats, many of them handsome, and women in beautiful dresses, some of them my age, surrounded me.
What was this Marquessate of Umbraluna?
Since when was I the Lady of a Marquessate?
This was definitely moving too fast. I inclined my head slightly in greeting to the strangers, who applauded enthusiastically a second later. For the first time, I f
