Before going into the banquet hall, Felix agonized over how the evening would pan out. Not only did he grow up a parentless child, but he also grew up amongst a bunch of knights with a lack of care for manners. Being in such a stiff and well-mannered place as Earl Auden's home was not a place for someone like him.
Yet there he was, daring to pretend he fit in an environment like that with clothing finely sewn and something he could never afford in his life. He stared at the very garments in displeasure for a few moments, but he knew it was inevitable. All that it was missing was the outer cloak that his maid had busied herself with getting perfectly straight so that he would be sharp for the event.
Eira should be back soon with his cloak, he realized. Imagine that—a maid had traveled all that way on his behalf simply to get him dressed so that he was presentable for the nobles.
