The heavy wooden door with gilded floral patterns slowly opened, the air began to flow, and a low roar penetrated the eardrums, as if an ancient kingdom sealed behind the door was now inviting its visitors.
The light outside the hall gradually brightened, and behind the door stood a girl with a face full of anger.
The Half-Elf Princess wore a long, silver-white princess gown, with ruffled hems flowing down to the polished marble floor. She stood tall and straight, her silky silver curls draping over her shoulders, hands clasped together over her dress, standing there coldly watching a few people slowly walking out from the shadows—
The deep marble backdrop accentuated her beauty, like a lily blooming in the darkness.
"Princess," the Marquis Klug, leading the group, revealed a slight surprised smile on his gloomy face. This important minister who had served the Colcorva family since the time of Grennan placed his hand on his side and bowed deeply.
