For His Honor

Leonor entered the tea house and was enveloped in a world she thought she had left behind when she married the duke.

It was all-encompassing as ladies' perfume touched her nose and she remembered why she didn't prefer overly floral scents. Her eyes didn't stop at one spot because of the gilded metals on all the place's walls, including wall sconces and picture frames. Like decorations, fine fabrics and well-dressed people were placed all over the expansive space. 

As much as she was intimidated, she didn't outwardly show it. Unlike in the orphanage, this was a predictable place. She was calculating because the equation was simple. 

She decided it was best to cast her eyes downwards and give the impression of someone uninterested in others despite being there to take a temperature of the nobility. They would wonder who she was even further but she wouldn't divulge right away.