Chapter 496: The Queen of Spain

Ethan's POV

The music swelled, violins weaving through the chatter of diplomats and aristocrats. The air was thick with politics disguised as pleasantries, power struggles hidden behind polite smiles. But as the doors at the far end of the ballroom opened, all conversation hushed.

A woman stepped inside.

Draped in crimson silk, her presence alone commanded attention. She moved with the elegance of a monarch and the precision of a strategist. Every step, every glance, was deliberate.

The Queen of Spain.

Classic stiffened beside me. His grip on his glass tightened slightly. He wasn't the only one caught off guard. Even Christiana's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her fingers curling around the stem of her wine glass.

Chris, however—Chris smiled.

"Well," he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. "She finally decided to show up."

I studied the queen as she made her way toward us. This wasn't just a guest at a ball. This was a player stepping onto the board.

"What is she doing here?" Classic asked, voice low.

"That," I said, watching as Chris raised his glass in greeting, "is what we're about to find out."