Chapter 49
The polished marble beneath Lucien’s feet reflected the golden light of wall sconces as he and Marie approached the grand double doors leading into the celebration hall. Two knights, clad in black and crimson ceremonial armor bearing the crest of House Velebrandt—a winged lion stood firmly at either side of the doors. As they noticed the young master and his maid approaching, they straightened with trained discipline. "Young Master Lucien Velebrandt has arrived!" one of the knights bellowed, his voice sharp and commanding, echoing through the corridor like a trumpet call.
The announcement seemed to trigger the mechanism, and with a low, grand creak, the large double doors began to open inward. Lucien instinctively adjusted the cuffs of his sleeve and the collar of his luxurious coat. The nerves fluttering in his chest urged him to ensure no crease or wrinkle marred his image. Marie, standing beside him, gave a reassuring nod, hands folded neatly before her.
The door opened fully—and light, scent, and sound poured out all at once.
A dazzling chandelier of floating crystal spheres hung from the arched ceiling above the ballroom. Hundreds of soft lights hovered like fireflies, casting a romantic glow upon marble floors, carved pillars, and silk-draped walls. The aroma of fine wine, exotic spices, slow-roasted meats, and honeyed desserts blended with expensive perfumes, creating a fragrant cloud of luxury and wealth.
Dozens upon dozens of noble guests filled the vast hall. The men were dressed in tailored coats stitched with metallic thread, ceremonial medals pinned on their chests. The women wore flowing gowns adorned with mana-sensitive embroidery that shimmered in response to movement and light. Jewels sparkled with enchantments, and conversations hummed like a low orchestra.
Lucien’s breath caught slightly.
He recognized no one. And yet, all eyes turned to him.
A moment of silence.
And then—a wave of soft murmurs broke through the hall.
"...Is that him?"