Esme's POV
The party is in full swing. A live band plays elegant music while I sip a sparkling drink, my gaze steady on the nobles mingling around me. None dare approach with their usual flattery. It's fascinating how quickly people change.
I spot Duchess Martha making her way toward me.
"Greetings, Empress Esme," she says coolly.
"Lady Martha," I reply in a soft voice.
"Standing alone won't help you control these nobles," she whispers.
"Approaching them directly would only make me look desperate," I say, taking another sip.
She raises an eyebrow. "What are your plans?"
"They'll be revealed soon," I say evenly. "I'm glad to see you're supporting Liam."
"Well, my son holds Liam in high regard," she mutters. "And Ethan's loyalties—along with mine—are with him. I see a peaceful future with Liam. These nobles? They were nearly rich slaves before."
