"Quick! Show Her Highness in at once!"
Sauros immediately gave the order in a deep voice.
At the same time, he quickly straightened the front of the formal attire that marked him as a lord.
His expression instantly shifted into one befitting his station, solemn yet welcoming.
A moment later, a young girl entered the reception room with elegant steps, respectfully ushered in by the steward and attendants.
Her arrival seemed to soften even the light in the room.
She appeared to be only twelve or thirteen, dressed in a well-tailored crimson court gown whose elegant design retained an air of nobility.
Her long golden hair, smooth and lustrous as molten gold, had been carefully arranged into an intricate updo by the skillful hands of court maids.
It was secured with several understated yet exquisite hairpins set with tiny gemstones.
They further accentuated her long, pale, swanlike neck and her delicate, snow-white skin.
The girl's features possessed a striking beauty with a distinctly classical grace.
They were as exquisite as a masterpiece crafted by the gods.
Most captivating of all were her eyes:
-they were deep, enchanting violet eyes, like the flowers themselves.
Her gaze was clear and calm, yet held a wisdom beyond her years, as though she could see into people's hearts.
A faint, perfectly measured smile rested on her lips.
It was gentle and courteous, yet carried an indescribable sense of distance.
It put others at ease while discouraging even the slightest disrespect.
Two young men in guards' uniforms followed behind her.
One had a stern face, an impassive expression, and bright chestnut hair, with a Knight's Longsword at his waist.
Not yet fifteen, he looked every bit a handsome young swordsman-the son of Pylemon Notos Greyrat.
-Luke Notos Greyrat, an Intermediate Swordsman of the Sword God