I Was Looking For Gold, And Yet, Why Do My Eyes Find Dirt Instead?

The announcement echoed through the garden, causing a hushed silence to fall upon the crowd. Confused expressions crossed the faces of those gathered, and if Cian were an ordinary person, he would have been shocked too. It was only natural for the attendees to be bewildered. Why would anyone order them to make a path? Everyone here was a member of high society, nobility at the rank of an Earl or higher. A select few Barons to Viscounts had also been invited due to their recent rise in power.

"Why would we make way?" questioned a man with a curly mustache and eccentric hair. "And who are all of you, anyway?"

"Didn't you hear what we said? This is our Lady, the Duchess of Leonhart!" declared the woman in the middle of the three. She had tanned skin, a curvaceous figure, and short-cut yellow hair that framed her emerald eyes.