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A stout middle aged man with a menacing moustache entered the hall with strong and steady steps. Beside him, half a step behind, was a gorgeous young woman; unlike the man, her footsteps were lithe and soft.

The duo steadily walked through the great chamber, leaving behind brief glowing footsteps.

The chattering picked up after the Belfords placed themselves at the central main table. The arrival of the Rumins had little effect on them. But suddenly, it started to quiet down. Moments later- absolute silence ensued in the huge hall. Almost everyone looked at the father daughter duo- either with eyes wide open, or a frown.

'Did they mix it up?'

The two newcomers were heading to the only empty main table of the room, the one on the princess's side. Weren't they supposed to go to the left?

Both the prince and the king looking at the scene below frowned. The prince looked to his right. "Go."