[Lavinia's POV—Imperial Palace—The Tea Party—Continuation]
The nobles hesitated at the edge of the garden, their polished shoes whispering against the marble paths. I let my gaze sweep over them, slow and deliberate, watching every flicker of unease, every carefully masked curiosity.
The boldest among them dared to step forward first—a young lady in sapphire silk, her fan trembling in her grip.
"Y-Your Highness… the… the garden looks… enchanting tonight," she stammered, glancing nervously at the assembled crowd.
I let a faint smile curve my lips. "Why, thank you. I do hope it meets your expectations."
Color rose to her cheeks as she half-bowed. "Y-yes, Your Highness… it is very lovely indeed."
I inclined my head, voice warm but deliberate. "I'm glad to hear that. My lady-in-waiting will be most pleased—she worked tirelessly to ensure every detail would delight our guests."
Then I added softly, "Please, take a seat. I shall order someone to serve the tea."
