Aurora the Socialite's Nightmare

In a plain yet elegant quiet room, a figure radiating nobility and beauty leaned over a table, trimming the flower branches in a vase.

Judging by her features and size, which were close to those of a human, she could vaguely be identified as a fae of the Wind Clan.

From afar, her long hair, like woven gold, flowed over her slender shoulders beneath a laurel crown. Her colorful wings fluttered gently in rhythm with her breathing. Her fair, lustrous arms, smooth as congealed cream, held a delicate pair of shears that moved lightly around the flowers. Focused on the art before her, she carried herself with such dignified grace that she seemed like a goddess descended into the world.

Bang!

Just as the golden-haired Wind Fae was completely engrossed, the door was hurriedly thrown open, and an ordinary-looking attendant rushed inside.

"Chief! Chief!"

Crack...

The sudden disturbance made the golden-haired Wind Fae's hand tremble. The gold-rimmed gardening shears slipped, cleanly cutting off a protruding flower branch.

"What is it? Why are you shouting? I seem to recall teaching you what poise is, what etiquette is..."

The golden-haired Wind Fae froze with her back to the door, her chest rising and falling without pause. Only after taking several deep breaths did she barely calm down and turn to face her subordinate. Her tone was mild, but veins seemed to bulge along the arm gripping the gardening shears.

Seeing the chief's flower-like smile, the attendant felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly stammered out his report.

"Some... some fae brought three humans here..."

"New ones?"

"Yes! They're very beautiful, very noble-looking, and their clothes are very refined!"

Hearing her subordinate's emphatic report, the golden-haired Wind Fae's amber eyes lit up, and excitement and anticipation appeared on her face.

Nobles!