Chapter 342: The Betrothal Ceremony
The warhorse charged through the night’s wind, its powerful strides carrying them towards the Duke of Sanad’s mansion in the capital, a grand estate often used as his vacation residence. Drystan, a skilled rider, expertly guided the horse, ensuring a swift journey.
As they approached the entrance, the knight gently slowed the pace, allowing the warhorse to transition into a calm trot. They arrived at the main gate, where diligent guards stood watch. A line of carriages awaited inspection before proceeding through.
Drystan presented his invitation card to the guards, who sifted through it before granting them entry. Passing through the gate, they entered the main compound, which shimmered with the radiance of the forthcoming event.
Noble attendees and high-ranking officers could be seen making their way towards the main door, indicating that the ceremony would soon commence.
"Oh, no! They will begin very soon, and I have no time to fix myself!" Sylvia exclaimed, a hint of panic in her voice.
"At least we made it in time," Drystan said nonchalantly.
Ignoring Sylvia’s distress, he dismounted from the horse first. Then, he reached out, his hand securely holding her waist, and assisted her in descending gracefully. The stableman quickly took the rein of his warhorse and led it to the designated area.
"Just give me a moment, please! I cannot enter like this. I would become the subject of ridicule among the noble ladies!" Sylvia pleaded.
Drystan sighed, feeling a touch of annoyance.
"I will help you fix your appearance," he offered.
"You? Do you know anything about makeup?" Sylvia asked, surprised by the suggestion.