The next day, Kyle was called to the great hall, where the engagement ceremony was set to take place.
When he arrived, he was met with an overwhelming sea of nobles, all dressed in extravagant clothing.
The polished marble floors gleamed under the golden chandeliers, and the scent of expensive perfumes lingered in the air. It was clear that this was an event of great importance.
Kyle, however, didn't care for the grandeur.
The Grand Duchess's butler had insisted that he dress appropriately for the occasion, and although he had no interest in fancy clothes, Kyle had decided to put on the formal attire they had prepared for him—a sleek black suit with intricate silver embroidery.
As he walked into the hall, he felt the weight of countless stares.
Many of the nobles looked at him with disapproval, their expressions cold and filled with distaste. Kyle could practically hear their thoughts:
'Why him?'
'How did a useless noble like him secure the Grand Duchess's favor?'
