Chapter 197: Clothes doesn’t makes a princess
Abrielle knew what was in their minds, a slave priestess given such an honourable title previously held by just her. Alfonso glanced at Abrielle, trying to sense a shift in her mood, but the princess was still composed, taking a sip of her wine.
From the corner of the room, Abrielle watched, her lips curving into an amused smirk. She had known something dramatic was bound to happen tonight; this was not the exact plot, but she had a feeling a bigger drama was kept installed.
Callista approached the queen and knelt in gratitude, Eleanor lifted her wine glass once more.
"To Lady Callista and to the goddess who continues to bless this kingdom."
The guests raised their own glasses in response, but not all did so willingly. A good fraction didn’t like the idea of a former slave having a title that was above theirs. Abrielle wondered if it was an empty title or one that came with land.
And as the toast concluded. A knight approached Eleanor presenting a sword. Her blade was unsheathed and carefully touching Callista’s shoulders with a blade, and it was made official.
"Arise holy lady Callista," the Queen announced. Callista rose from where she knelt and bowed before the queen before turning to the crowd. A round of applause echoed around the hall.
The female lead was overwhelmed by such a reception, her hands were secretly clutching the skirt of her dress. The ball soon got into full swing. All the nobles and top influential figures were looking for an opportunity to butter up the queen with their presents and praises.
It seemed more like trying to get your boss to be in a good mood to get a promotion. Abrielle rolled her eyes at their actions. She still had her first glass in her hand. She was being mindful of what she drank knowing no one would help her back to the seaside castle if she got drunk in the slightest.