Javier was mid-bite when he noticed a young girl approaching, accompanied by a maid who trailed gracefully behind her. The girl, perhaps around ten years old, had golden curls framing her delicate face and vivid blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. Her dress, adorned with intricate embroidery, spoke of wealth and status, though her demeanor remained polite and composed.
As she stopped a few feet away from Javier's table, she curtsied elegantly, a gesture mirrored by her maid.
"Greetings, young lord Javier," she began, her voice clear and practiced, though it carried a hint of shyness. "I am young lady Gracelle, fifth daughter of High Baron Vertmont. It is an honor to make your acquaintance."
Javier blinked, surprised for a moment.
A High Baron's daughter, huh? Fifth, at that. Probably here to practice socializing or make alliances.
