Chapter 545

Oriana lifted a crystal cup of honeyed drink to her lips, taking a slow sip before looking up.

The Kaldorian delegation was larger than expected.

Alys and Conrad walked among them, flanking a woman at the center.

That had to be Lysandra.

She had clearly dressed with intent.

A deep crimson gown, richly woven with gold thread, caught the torchlight as she moved. The cut followed Valdoris court fashi