The Mad Princess and the Dying Prince novel Chapter 117

Lucia and her sisters hadn't arrived particularly early.

The sprawling gardens were already populated with noble guests.

It was the end of spring. The air was comfortably cool, and Princess Corinna's Estate boasted a magnificent array of blooming flowers in vibrant shades of violet and crimson.

However, the colorful bushes were currently draped with pale ribbons and white cloth rosettes, while sheer white veils hung from the branches, swaying gently in the breeze.

This abundance of white sombered the romantic, lively colors of the blossoms. It was a deliberate touch by Princess Corinna, honoring the period of national mourning.

In the center of the lawn, long wooden tables were arranged in two rows, neatly set with parchment, ink, and quills for the scripture copying.

Beyond a cluster of broad-leafed ferns stood a stone pavilion, its center table laden with chalices of sweet wine, cheese, and fresh fruit.

The area was perfectly situated under the dappled shade of ancient oaks and decorative stonework, allowing just enough sunlight to keep the chill at bay.

A gravel path wound past the boulders toward a small lake, its surface dotted with fresh green lily pads that had not yet flowered.

The young noblewomen who had arrived earlier were clustered in small groups. Some admired the blooms, others sipped wine from silver goblets, leafed through leather-bound books, or exchanged hushed gossip.

Mindful of the kingdom's mourning period, they were all dressed in appropriately subdued tones.

Yet, there was always room for subtle vanity.

One girl wore a heavy bracelet of pale, flawless alabaster, while another's hair was pinned with a masterfully carved pearl hairpin.

Another's skirts were threaded with hidden silver wire, catching the light like starlight with every step, while jeweled belts gleamed brilliantly around slender waists.

Perfumed sachets and heavy emerald pendants completed the displays of quiet luxury.

Compared to them, Lucia was truly, remarkably plain.

"Lucia Beaumont!"

Just as Lucia finished taking in the crowd, Helena stormed up behind her. Her sharp, carrying shriek instantly drew the attention of several nearby guests.

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