A violent snap echoed through the hall.
The heavy velvet entrance flaps of the pavilion were thrown wide with such force. A gust of night wind rushed in, making the chandeliers sway.
The Herald at the entrance struck his staff, his voice cracking with nerves.
"Presenting the House of Valerius! Her Grace, Duchess Valerie Valerius!"
A single woman marched through the opening.
She came alone. No guards. No servants. No family.
She wore severe black velvet with a dull gold chain heavy across her chest. Her face was pale marble with her eyes grey steel. She walked with a confident, predatory rhythm. The lack of an entourage and being alone made her look even more terrifying, as her presence alone was heavy enough to tilt the balance of the room.
The entire hall fell silent.
She didn't slow down. She walked down the central carpet, her gaze fixed straight ahead.
She reached the Dais.
Directly in her path was the "scene", the spilt wine, the trembling maid, and Lady Anna, who was still kneeling on the floor, looking up in confusion at Duchess Valerie.
Any other noble would have stopped. They would have waited for the scene to resolve. They would have bowed to the Queen.
She didn't break stride.
She didn't look at the Queen. She didn't look at the Prince. She looked at Lady Anna and the maid merely as obstacles in the terrain.
She kept walking.
"Move," Duchess Valerie said. It wasn't a shout. It was a low command.
I saw Lady Anna gasp as her eyes widened in terror; she realised the Duchess wasn't going to stop. She scrambled backwards on her hands and knees, dragging her dress through the spilt wine to avoid being trampled. The maid threw herself flat onto the stairs.
Duchess Valerie stepped over the puddle of wine and the edge of Lady Anna's dress without even glancing down.
She marched right past the Royal Family as if they were furniture.
The Queen stood up, her mouth opening to deliver a reprimand to her, yet the words died in her throat.
Duchess Valerie stopped.
She didn't bow. She didn't apologise. She slowly turned her head, fixing her cold, grey eyes on the Queen. Even though her stare was on the Queen, I could feel her gaze piercing through me. Cold as ice and sharp as a wolf. Just like Lady Octavi said, she was an Apex.
The silence stretched and was heavy in the room. The Queen looked into those ice eyes and remembered the truth that every noble in the kingdom knew: Duchess Valerie Valerius could not be controlled.
The Queen raised her face, exhaling a sharp breath. She waved her hand dismissively. "Be seated, then," the Queen snapped, sitting back down. "We have wasted enough time."
Duchess Valerie didn't react to the permission. She simply turned her head back to the front and continued her march to the empty black table.
She pulled out her own chair and sat down in the vast emptiness of her table.
Only then did Duchess Valerie turn her head. "Wine," she said. Her voice carried to every corner of the silent room. "And the food. I am hungry."
The servant scrambled to obey, her hands shaking as she poured the wine into her glass. Duchess Valerie took the glass. She took a long, slow sip as her grey eyes scanned the room over the rim of the glass.
She looked at the trembling maid who was scuttling away. She looked at Lady Anna, who was standing up, her dress stained and her face burning with humiliation.
A corner of her mouth twitched as if it were a crack in the stone.
"Tell me," Duchess Valerie said, setting the glass down. "Is this the custom of the Capital now?"
She gestured vaguely at the dais, at the spilt wine and the lingering tension of the scene that she had just trampled.
"To play house with a clumsy servant and weeping maiden? She asked, her voice dripping with dry, cold amusement. "I was told there would be a feast. I did not know I had purchased a ticket to a pantomime."
The Queen stiffened. "It was an accident, Duchess. A concept I am sure is foreign to you…"
"Accidents are inefficient," Duchess Valerie countered smoothly. "This?" She looked at Lady Anna again. "This was theatre, and poorly rehearsed at that."
She tore a piece of bread from the loaf the servant had placed.
"If you are going to stage a tragedy to capture a Prince's heart," Duchess Valerie said with boredom, "At least teach the actors how to stand their ground."
"Which prince do these two maidens want to capture?" Duchess Valerie asked, her voice flat, before taking another bite of bread.
She chewed slowly. She didn't look at the Queen. Instead, her grey eyes shifted to the High Table.
She looked at Fabian. Then, she looked at me, sitting right beside him, my hand resting near his on the white tablecloth.
Then, her gaze drifted down to the table just below us. She looked at my father and my mother. She stopped chewing. A short, dry sound escaped her throat.
"Laughter requires humour." She said, though her face remained perfectly still. "This is just pathetic."
She gestured towards the High Table with the piece of bread in her hand, pointing the crust at it.
"The seat is not merely occupied," she said. "It is anchored. You are looking at a pillar of power."
She turned her cold back to Lady Anna, who was standing awkwardly near the spilt wine, and the maid trembling in the corner.
"And you two attempt to move that…" She flicked her eyes toward my parents and me, "… with what? A spilt pitcher? A teardrop?
"It is a fool's attempt," she whispered as she tore the bread. "You are trying to drown a mountain with a bucket of tears."
She chewed slowly while her eyes fixed on me. Then, she stopped.
She pushed her chair back. She stood up.
She didn't return to her wine. She didn't turn to the Queen. She stepped away from her table and began to march up the steps of the Dais.
She stopped right in front of our table. She loomed over us, a powerful figure of black velvet and cold iron. She ignored Fabian entirely.
She just looked at me.
I froze. Up close, her face was terrifying, not because it was angry, but because it was completely blank.
She took a step closer as her lower body touched the table.
Click.
The sound was soft.
Lady Octavi had moved. She didn't run. She didn't shout. She was standing directly behind my chair. She stood like a statue, her body shielding my back, her eyes locked onto the Duchess.
Her hand rested casually on the pommel of her sword. She didn't draw it. She didn't need to. As her presence alone was a drawn blade.
Duchess Valerie stopped. Her grey eyes flicked from me to Lady Octavi, scanning her with a cold, analytical gaze. She looked at Lady Octavi's stance, her grip and her stillness.
"Good perimeter from a bodyguard," Duchess Valerie whispered.
She ignored Lady Octavi. She just leaned in, her gloved hand reaching out toward me. Lady Octavi's thumb pushed the sword up, a warning click of steel against the scabbard, yet Duchess Valerie didn't flinch.
She simply took my chin in her cold, leather-gloved fingers and tilted my face up to the light. She examined my eyes, my expression.
"Diamond," She whispered. "Unbreakable beneath the silk."
She dropped my chin and looked at Lady Anna.
"That," she pointed a thumb at Lady Anna, "is mist. It looks pretty in the morning, but it burns away when the sun rises."
She turned back to me, her grey eyes gazing into my soul.
"This," she said, "is different."
She straightened up, adjusting her gloves. She gave Lady Octavi one last nod before turning on her heel. She marched back to her table without a word.
I looked at the "scene".
Lady Anna was standing still. The lavender silk of her dress, so light and airy just moments ago, was now soaked with wine. She wasn't looking at Fabian anymore, nor at the Queen.
Her eyes wavered, darting frantically between the spilt wine and the dirty edges of her dress.
Beside her, the maid looked less like a person and more like a frightened animal.
The Queen drew a sharp breath while her face twisted in fury.
"Guards!" The Queen yelled. "Take this incompetence out of my sight! To the Guard's tent."
Two Royal Guards stepped forward. The maid whimpered while Lady Anna flinched, taking a stumbling step back.
Somehow, looking at them and the guards, I didn't think. I just pushed my chair back.
"Aurelia?" Fabian, beside me, whispered.
I just ignored him. I stood up and gathered my white skirts. I walked down the steps of the dais towards them. I knelt beside the mail as the smell of wine was sharp.
"It is alright," I whispered, touching the maid's shaking shoulder. "You are not in trouble."
I pulled my clean handkerchief from my sleeve and pressed it into her stained hands. Then, I stood up and turned to Lady Anna. She stared at me with wide, terrified eyes. She looked ready to faint.
"Lady Anna," I said gently.
I reached out and took her cold, trembling hand in mine.
"Your dress," I said softly while ignoring the stares of the court. "It is wet. You will catch a cold if you stand here."
The Royal Guards loomed over us, reaching out to grab the maid's arm.
"Stop," I said.
I didn't look at the guards. I wanted to escort them out, but I couldn't leave. So I needed Lady Octavi or Adel, yet I needed approval from my parent to do that. I turned my head towards the table below the dais, towards my parents.
My father was watching me with a serious and unreadable expression. My mother sat beside him while her eyes were sharp as she examined the situation. She looked at the furious Queen, then at me standing in the spilt wine.
I met my mother's eyes. I didn't speak, but I pleaded silently to gain approval.
Slowly, a small smile curved my mother's lips. As I saw that, I knew my mother saw the play. By saving them, we weren't just being kind; we were showing that House Aurelius had more grace than the Royal.
Mother turned her head behind her, locking eyes with Adel, who stood silent.
There was no exchanging words, no waved hands. Just a single, sharp nod from my mother to her. That was all the permission required.
I hadn't even opened my mouth to call Adel. Yet, in seconds, she was there, stepping between the looming Royal Guards and the trembling girls. As the Royal Guards wanted to step in and prevent Adel. She simply looked at the guards with her cold and dark eyes. The Royal Guards seemed to sense something dangerous and instinctively took a step back.
"My lady," Adel said while bowing low to me, completely ignoring the Queen's presence. "What do you need?"
"Please escort Lady Anna and this young woman to a guest tent of our tent," I said, my voice trembling slightly but clear in the silence. "Ensure they have warm water, clean clothes…"
"As you command, My lady."
Adel didn't wait for a counter-order from the Queen, as my order was more absolute than the Queen's. She turned to Lady Anna and the maid. She offered a steady arm to the standing Lady Anna and gently guided the maid to her feet.
"Come," Adel said smoothly. "Let us get out of this noise."
The Royal Guards looked to the Queen for orders, like they were desperate for a command to stop this, yet the Queen remained frozen. She couldn't stop them. Not when my mother was smiling at her from her table. It felt like my mother dared her to make a scene again.
Lady Anna looked at me as her eyes filled with confusion and profound gratitude. Then, she let Adel lead her away, safe under the protection of my family.
I stood alone in the centre of the room, as my white gloves stained pink.
Fabian walked down the steps. He didn't care about the wine on the floor. He walked right up to me and said, "Your dress, Aurelia, is stained from the wine."
He took my stained hand in his. Then, he brought it to his lips and kissed the stained fabric.
"You have a soft heart, Aurelia," he whispered against my hand.
"I just… I didn't want them to be sad and be prosecuted for a mere accident."
"I know," he said. "And you have the will to defend that mercy."
He shoved my stained glove into his arm, not caring that the wine might mark his white sleeve.
"Come," he said gently. "Let us return to our seats."
The feast continued, the chatter resumed, but the dynamic of the room had shifted.