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Nahir made a mental note of the list Wulfric had provided to Rohit, storing it away for future amusement. Lady Suhasani, in particular, would adore the Seaside Heaven Resort. And she could already feel Ece’s excitement when gambling was mentioned. Perhaps a little outing with her ladies-in-waiting would be the perfect break. It had been far too long since they spent quality time together.

She had just raised her glass to her lips when Wulfric spoke again. His words made her pause, and after a brief glance at the prince, she placed her cocktail back on the table. [color=904342]"A shame, really,"[/color] she murmured, her eyes scanning the busy servers hurrying around with trays of cocktails. Had they known what was in the drinks? Or were they just as unaware, caught in the trap of this chaotic scene? Spiking a drink to humiliate certain nobles was understandable—almost expected in some cases when the servants were treated badly—but all of them? 

This spoke volumes to the common folk's feelings toward Edwards and the family, and to do so in the presence of such high-ranking nobles. Were the people of Caesonia dissatisfied with the ruling class? 

Nahir had been looking forward to a simple evening of sitting back and savoring Caesonian delicacies. But left and right, nobles were now giggling, gossiping, and swaying drunkenly as though they were common folk.

[color=ab274f]“What a farse,”[/color]

He had read her mind, but Nahir gave no indication of whether she agreed or disagreed. She simply took a bite of her salmon roll, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding around them. Her eyes lingered on Charlotte and the Damien bastard, both of whom were lying on the grass like fools as the chaos slowly unfolded around the,. And yet, they seemed strangely at peace in that moment. A pang of something familiar tugged at her chest, but she quickly turned her attention back to the prince as he addressed her once more.

[color=904342]“I wouldn’t mind a change of scenery,”[/color]  Nahir replied with a soft smile. [color=904342]“Duchess Victoria handled it with as much grace as one could, considering she dared others to smell her feet to prove her ‘un-cheesiness.’ If her husband had not interfered, I wager she would have been the first to lose it. I thought Lord Drake would come second, but he took his fall graciously.” [I]As gracefully as one could.[/i][/color] The absurdity of the whole thing had nearly made her lose her composure. Now, as she recalled the spectacle, she took another sip of her orange juice to hide her amusement.

It was always easier to laugh at others than at oneself.

[color=904342]“Duke Edwards certainly knows how to handle her,”[/color] Nahir remarked, giving a knowing nod. [color=904342]“But if we are to relocate, what sort of entertainment would Your Highness prefer?” [/color]Her fingers toyed absently with the glass of juice, but she set it down as she felt her left hand stiffen ever so slightly. Not wanting to draw attention to her discomfort, she quickly added, [color=904342]“I’ve heard wonderful things about the opera house in Sorian.”[/color] The words flowed smoothly, masking the frustration she felt with her own body.

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[color=silver]“And how is Miss Alberta, Lord Wimsley? Oh, I haven’t seen her since the passing of good old Lord Trang.”[/color] The elderly woman’s voice, laced with concern, crackled with the weight of time, her eyes widening in expectation.

[color=94b0c4]“Ah well…”[/color] Mathias began, but before he could continue, the old woman raised a hand, cutting him off with exaggerated dramatics.

[color=silver]“Do not tell me! She must be heartbroken! Oh, her poor soul! She must have shut herself away in her studio, no doubt.”[/color] With a pained sigh, the woman pressed her wrinkled hand to her heart, eyes fluttering shut as if summoning the strength of the gods. [color=silver]“I’ve prayed to the heavens for her and for dear Lord Trang,”[/color] she added, dipping her head with a slight tremble, offering a reverent moment of silence. But barely a heartbeat later, she sprang back to life. [color=silver]“Lord Wimsley, I heard you were meant to travel west to Varian... wait, are you not supposed to be there now?”[/color] Her aged eyes squinted, deep creases at the corners crinkling further as she peered at him, suspiciously scanning his face.

Panic surged in Mathias’s chest like a flood. [color=94b0c4]“No... of course not. I’ve sent my valet in advance to prepare the house for me,”[/color] he said quickly, forcing a laugh that came out far too awkward. His gaze darted desperately around, searching for an escape. If he simply walked away, surely the woman would cause a scene, and the last thing he needed was unwanted attention. [color=94b0c4]“Lady—”[/color]

[color=slateblue]“Good evening!”[/color]

The sudden interruption came like a lifeline, and Mathias barely suppressed a sigh of relief.

[color=silver]“Oh, Lady Ariella! You’ve grown so big! I remember when you used to barely reach my knee. Such a lovely face you had back then,”[/color] the old woman cooed, her tone nostalgic, though she squinted further as if unsure of her own memory.

Mathias glanced skyward, silently questioning her greeting—it wasn’t anywhere near evening. But he bit his tongue as he turned to face the familiar figure of Ariella. Ariella! It wasn’t recognition that filled her eyes—his ridiculous disguise had worked far too well. Or… was it the unmistakable scent of alcohol clinging to her that had muddled her senses?

[color=94b0c4]“Good evening, my lady,”[/color] he greeted her with a polite bow, masking his concern as she stumbled toward him. His entire frame tensed, bracing to steady her if needed, though he remained frozen in place to avoid toppling over himself. As she righted herself, the sharp smell of liquor hit him full force. [i]Had she really been drinking this much, this early?[/i] He frowned slightly, worry knitting his brows together, but he held his tongue—further awkwardness was the last thing either of them needed.

[color=94b0c4]“You may be right,”[/color] Mathias mused, though he struggled to follow the erratic thread of conversation, [color=94b0c4]“Or perhaps she was simply born that way. My own father, for instance, wears the most comfortable shoes but acts like he might as well be teetering in six-inch heels with a corset tight enough to cut off circulation—”[/color] His attempt at humor faltered slightly as his lips twitched, feeling lighter than before.

[color=silver]“Oh! Lord Wimsley, your hair just fell!”[/color] The elderly woman’s gasp broke through the conversation like a crack of thunder. She stepped back, her eyes widening in shock as she looked down at the fallen clump of horsehair that had once been a part of his mustache. [color=silver]“What a curious thing,”[/color] she remarked, bending slightly as the wind gently carried the fake hair across the ground.

Mathias blinked, staring in disbelief at the sight of his mustache now floating serenely on the breeze. One, two, three, four hairs drifted away with graceful elegance, almost poetic in the way they danced through the air, as if mocking his predicament. For a moment, no one spoke until the morning breeze finally whisked the remaining fake mustache out of sight, carrying it away like a leaf in the wind.

Mathias blinked at the sight of his mustache, now floating serenely in the breeze, as if mocking his predicament. [color=94b0c4]“Ah…”[/color] he began, feeling his face flush, but quickly regained his composure. [color=94b0c4]“You know me, my lady,”[/color] he said with a strained grin, [color=94b0c4]“I must keep up with the youth!”[/color] He glanced toward Ariella, his smile turning nervous as he silently begged her to go along with the absurdity of the moment.



















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