Chapter 741
It was the voice of Sir Phaden, the princess’s knight.
Creak—
Footsteps followed as they entered the chamber. At once, everyone rose and bowed. Ferma scrambled to his feet a heartbeat too late.
"That will do. Be seated."
The cool, even voice rang out without delay. Ferma hesitated, glanced around, and only lowered himself back into his chair after the others had done so.
"I see you have all gathered promptly."
The archduke’s voice carried across the room.
Swallowing dryly, Ferma turned toward the entrance.
The princess, her golden hair falling freely over her shoulders, and the archduke, black-haired and crowned in steel, were approaching the round table side by side. Behind them glided a pale, expressionless maid, moving like a ghost.