"Blessed by the gods," they said…
Primrose wasn't sure she was truly blessed. Just a few days ago, one of the gods had driven her out of the temple so harshly that the memory still lingered in her mind.
"Since my honored guests have arrived, I believe it is time to officially open this banquet," Averon announced in a loud, clear voice.
He stood at the center of the ballroom, with Bianca behind him. He spoke for a while, offering his greetings and expressing his thanks for still being alive at the age of thirty-three.
Primrose and Edmund stood quietly among the crowd. Her gaze drifted toward her friends—Aster, Cassandra, and Ilyana—who were standing on the other side of the hall. Cassandra and Ilyana had come with their husbands, while Aster stood beside her father.
Primrose wanted nothing more than to walk over and greet them right away. But tonight, she was here as the Queen of Noctvaris, so she had to stay calm, graceful, and composed.
