Who Is He?

Duchess Eleanor Von Lichtenstein descended slowly, each step deliberate, the sound of her heels like a metronome ticking against the stone. Her black velvet gown trailed behind her, the flared sleeves swaying with her movements. 

A thin black veil covered her face, concealing her features, leaving the masses to speculate about the beauty hidden beneath. Her blonde hair shimmered faintly under the enchanted lights, falling in soft waves that framed her elegant figure.

She stood there, perfectly poised, as if sculpted by an artisan's hands, her presence exuding a quiet yet overwhelming power. Even the air seemed to grow heavier, pressing against the officials and the onlookers alike.

The magical screens displayed her figure across the Silverose Kingdom.

In the bustling squares, the crowd fell silent for a moment before the murmurs began.

"Is that… her?"

"She doesn't need to say a word. Just look at the way she stands."