The Emperor smiled at the report that Princess Madeleine had appeared in the banquet hall.
With a heart unburdened by worry, he proceeded toward the festivities alongside the Empress. There was nothing to concern himself with—or so he believed.
After meticulously verifying the status of Vikander's white crystal mine, he was certain this summer's banquet would conclude as successfully as it always had. Moreover, the Duke of Madeleine and the Crown Prince would ensure the Princess returned to her rightful place in due course.
Everything was proceeding perfectly.
That conviction held firm—until the Emperor entered the corridor leading to the banquet hall and encountered the Princess storming out with fury blazing across her features.
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