140: A feast shrouded in mystery (part 1)

A feast shrouded in mystery (part 1)

Emorian feasts for knights were often grand affairs, intricately organized and supervised by Lady de Lanark herself. Even for a feast held in honor of the faux victors, no extravagance was spared as Adela left no stone unturned, ensuring a truly unforgettable experience for all in attendance.0

"Exquisite planning, My Lady," the majordomo complimented.

Adela smiled graciously, "It is all thanks to your tireless efforts, Majordomo."

The event was divided into two distinct venues—the arena and the Archduchess's garden.

Lady de Lanark took great care in embellishing the arena with vibrant banners and intricate decorations that infused the atmosphere with a festive aura. The sounds of clashing swords and the excited cheers of the spectators reached Adela's ears, even from her distant vantage point.

She delicately placed her hand fan against her lips, leaning in closer to Bernard. "Have the first victors been announced yet?"

Bernard nodded, a knowing look on his face. "The Commanders are currently freshening up, and they shall be joining us shortly."

Adela cast her contoured eyes towards the clear blue sky, silently offering a prayer for the smooth progression of the event, particularly as Arkin's participation approached.

A more refined setting awaited the victors in the garden, which had been transformed into a magical space lined with illuminated pathways, enchanting flower arrangements, and cascading fountains. The noblewomen indulged in the culinary delights prepared for the buffet which offered a wide selection of dishes ranging from delicate appetizers and refreshing salads to exquisite meat courses. They relished the opportunity to savor the flavors and engage in lively conversations, escaping the intensity of the duels unfolding in the arena.

Bernard cleared his throat, drawing Adela's attention. "My Lady, I believe the guest of honor has arrived before the victors," he informed her.

Adela's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh..." was all she managed to say.

In a truly unexpected twist, the distinguished title of the first gentleman to grace the garden fell upon an unlikely figure. It was not a knight, but rather an eccentric artist known by the name Zephir. Lady Adelaide de Lanark had recently taken him under her wing as a sponsor, offering her support to his artistic endeavors.

Viscountess Laura approached from nearby, curiosity evident in her eyes. "Is this him, Baroness?" she inquired.

The Baroness gracefully unfolded her hand fan and moved closer to the Viscountess. "Indeed, that is our esteemed guest of honor," she confirmed.

Zephir's arrival in the garden was greeted with curious glances and whispers. His unconventional clothes stood out amidst the sea of traditional noble attire, adding a touch of artistic flair to the gathering. As he made his way through the crowd, heads turned, and conversations hushed in anticipation of this unique presence.

Zephir, who once again chose not to kneel in Adela's presence, opted instead for a deep bow, maintaining his mischievous demeanor. His lips curled into a playful smile as he carefully crafted the perfect words to express his admiration for her all-black dress.

"Lady Adelaide, it is as if the night itself has woven its elegance into your attire, casting a bewitching spell upon all who have the fortune to behold its beauty."

His words were like brushstrokes on a canvas, carefully selected to capture a young woman's heart. His smile widened as he observed the Lady's immune response to his flattery, reaffirming his initial assumption that she belonged to a fortunate merchant from Kolhis.

"I shall have the pleasure of introducing you to our esteemed guests," she replied, gracefully brushing off the artist's compliment with a smile then guided him through the crowd, taking pride in introducing him to the distinguished aristocrats.

Curiosity transformed into polite nods and genuine interest as the guests recognized the presence of this extraordinary artist among their ranks. With a blend of humility and confidence, Zephir engaged in conversations, sharing his artistic perspectives and captivating the attention of those around him, giving Adela the opportunity to discreetly survey the area that had been occupying her thoughts.

In the farthest corner of the garden, where the Archduke typically made his appearance following the Baron's duel, Kaiser de Lanark sat in the company of Egon von Conradie beneath the protective shade of an ancient camellia tree.

The atmosphere surrounding them exuded an air of reverence, dissuading anyone from daring to approach. Zephir, unable to resist his mischievous nature, persistently winked at Adela and engaged in playful gestures that involved her and Egon. However, Egon, who always had an eye on Adela, finally responded with a chilling glare that silenced the artist's antics.

"My Lady, I believe it is time for me to mingle on my own," he spoke, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Of course," she replied absentmindedly as she observed the passionate exchange between the Archduke and Egon.

What topic could ignite such fervent discussion between them?

Had Egon received the gift she had sent him?

Her attention was diverted to the first knights who had arrived in the garden—none other than the Commanders of the Orders: Baron Gustav Grosvenar and his son, Arkin von Conradie.

The entire garden, expecting tension between the two, marveled at the unexpected display. Rather than hostility, a genuine camaraderie emanated from the Commanders of the Archduke's knights. Gustav warmly patted Arkin's shoulder multiple times, and in response, Arkin's smile, though cautious, remained ever-present after a long absence as they navigated through the crowd.

A glimmer of hope sparked in Adela's heart. This newfound warmth between father and son hinted at a change of heart in Arkin, a deeper understanding that had begun to blossom.

The entrance of the third knight once again interrupted her train of thought. Adela's heart filled with joy as she locked eyes with Bastian, who had changed into an Emorian suit and walked proudly as the first knight after the Commanders. A realization struck her— the upcoming part of the feast might not be suitable for Bastian von Conradie.

Indeed, Emorian feasts were renowned for another rare and cherished custom.

As the knights and noblewomen gathered in the designated location where the sumptuous feast awaited, the soft melodies of the orchestra filled the air, signaling the beginning of an extraordinary moment: the first dance.

According to ancient tradition, during this special dance, every Emorian woman had the privilege to choose her dance partner. The ladies carefully considered their options, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They would approach the knight of their choice, extending their hand with grace, and together they would sway and twirl to the enchanting music.

Adela's eyes surveyed the ladies present, wondering if any of them possessed the heart to see beyond Bastian's superficial scar and appreciate his talents and remarkable masculinity. She was fully aware that she was at a point in her relationship with Egon where she could not possibly ask his brother for the first dance.

This realization troubled her deeply.

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