They arrived before the Imperial Palace, perched like a crown jewel at the very peak of the Celestial Heights.
Nobles spilled out of carriages wrapped in velvets and jewels, forming a glittering queue of egos and ambition.
The marble steps gleamed under floating lanterns, and the golden banners of the Empire fluttered proudly in the wind as if even the air here smelled of politics and perfume.
However, Verena couldn't help but stare at Clarina like some obsessed fangirl.
"I-Is something wrong, my lady?" Clarina asked, visibly flustered.
"No, just admiring how stunning you look in that dress," Verena said with a thumbs-up.
Clarina looked absolutely breathtaking in the fitted black gown, the fabric hugging her tall, slim frame, while the subtle slit at the side gave a peek at her long, graceful legs.
Her hair was tied up in an elegant updo, showcasing her sharp features and piercing gaze.
She was more like a seductive assassin than a knight, with a sword resting by her side.
