The banquet hall was massive.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting warm light across tables piled high with food Aegis couldn't even name. Nobles in silk and velvet filled the space, their laughter and conversation creating a constant hum of noise.
Aegis sat at a table near the center, wearing a dress Lady Roseheart had sent over that morning—deep purple with gold trim, fitted enough to show off her tits but formal enough to pass muster with the stuck-up crowd.
[I look hot. I feel hot. Damn, life is good.]
Lady Cassandra Vermillion sat to her right. To Aegis's left sat Lord Damascus Hale—some minor noble who wouldn't stop asking questions about her "combat techniques" and "training regimen."
[Dude's either genuinely interested or trying to figure out how to beat me. Probably both.]
Across from her, Lady Seraphine Frost—a relative of Serilla's apparently—picked at her food and observed everything with calculating grey eyes.
