Princess Trisha stepped toward the high table, approaching Elara with graceful steps. She extended the bottle of Noctis Wine towards her.
"Your Grace… this is for you…" she said, her voice honeyed with sweetness, though that smile of hers screamed danger in Elara's eyes.
All eyes in the hall turned to watch, waiting for the Marchioness to accept a gift from the very woman her husband would soon marry.
Elara swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the wine bottle before her, not daring to meet the eyes of those staring.
She reached out and accepted it, her fingers trembling as she forced a faint smile that tried to appear sincere, even as her chest felt tight.
"Your heart is truly kind, Princess Trisha. Thank you." Elara lifted the bottle with a shaky hand. "All hail Princess Trisha."
Her voice came out soft but carried a deliberate firmness, echoing the same words her husband had used earlier.
"All hail Princess Trisha…"
"All hail Princess Trisha…"
