Her Highness

When Marigold raised her gaze, she beheld the entrance of Brian and Vivian, hand in hand. In an instant, her previously fervent and anxious heart plummeted to freezing depths, sealed shut.

Vivian, at this moment, resembled a true princess—obedient, graceful, noble, exuding an unparalleled aristocratic aura. She elegantly approached Count Byron, who bestowed a bow upon her. Marigold promptly followed suit, genuflecting, although she had refrained from doing so earlier in the foyer.

Observing Marigold's gesture, Vivian swiftly assisted her and softly inquired, "My dear sister Mary, you truly tug at my heartstrings. Has the chill wind outside paled your complexion? Shall I summon my royal physician to attend to you?"