Uninvited Encounter

A servant approached the duo, bowing deeply. “Princess Elora, your presence is requested by Her Majesty the Queen.”

Elora straightened, her expression shifting to one of polite composure. “Of course.” She turned to Art. “Stay out of trouble while I’m gone, alright?”

Art nodded. That was his plan from the beginning.

She gave him a pointed look before walking off, her elegant gown trailing behind her.

Now left alone, Art scanned the room. He couldn’t sense any particularly strong auras, but he doubted there were none present. It was more likely that they were concealing their presence to avoid making others uncomfortable. This was a celebration, after all.

A servant approached him with a tray of wine, offering a glass. Art accepted it with a polite nod but set it down on a nearby table moments later. The last thing he needed was a slip-up. He had learned from past experiences.