The night was getting darker in the sky, but the enthusiasm of the people in the main hall was dwindling. Lady Mariela and the hostess of the White Horse wore worried faces, turning their heads from side to side. The nobles who had been invited began to look uncomfortable, and the strange things that were happening seemed very strange.
A gust of cold wind blew in, and the candles on the candelabra moved here and there. Beautiful noble ladies pulled their coats together to cover their cold skin. Whispers are inevitable.
Lady Mariela was very afraid that her engagement would fail this time, although she couldn't hope to be betrothed to a prince younger than herself, and it turned out that Prince Robert was only the king's illegitimate child. She has her own choice in the category of man she dreams of, not a young prince with the status of an illegitimate child. His self-esteem will only plummet and he will be ridiculed by everyone.