Melroy smirked faintly before continuing.
"Other than that, you're free to spend your time however you wish… though I do hope you use some of it to get to know my daughter as well."
He suddenly turned his head to the side and shouted...
"Isla! Come here!"
From somewhere within the gathered nobles, Elion heard the unmistakable sound of a woman muttering a curse under her breath. She stepped forward, her heels clinking softly on the smooth floor before she stepped onto the carpet.
For a moment, Elion forgot where he was.
She was simply... Beautiful. Not in any exaggerated, dressed-up way, but in a natural, effortless kind of grandeur.
Of course, she also had blonde hair like her kin, which flowed freely over her shoulders and down her back, catching the light. And her blue dress was loose and elegant. It moved gently on her lithe frame with each step that she took, complementing her features perfectly.
