Any party thrown in the royal castle simply had to be grand – and a grand ball in celebration for a new king ascending the throne had to be something else or the gossip would not stop even after the next generation would take over.
Horeo knew that, and even though everyone except his few friends was like ants to him, he was still going to make those ants experience a fraction of his greatness through the festivities in his name.
That kind of benevolent man Horeo Marets Bellcephora was.
Zoemi wanted to arrive silently, without getting too much attention, preferably – but that was something that an attendant could allow himself to do.
...and not the head of the mysterious Banemor family and the friend of the king...
"Head of the Banemor family, best friend of his majesty Horeo – Zoemi Benevi Banemor!
The herald at the door straightened his back and cheered out, barely able to stop his voice from trembling.
Hello there!
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