Crawford had left, and the Salon naturally came to a hasty end.
With the Fourth Prince gone, the remaining nobles naturally did not dare behave out of line in front of Elliot and Sidney.
They avoided Sidney's gaze, afraid of getting beaten up.
But when they looked at Elliot, there was a little more jealousy in their eyes.
Lillian, who had made two princes fight over her and ultimately even come to blows, was paying neither prince any attention now. Instead, she clung affectionately to Elliot's arm. After all, she was the most celebrated dancer in the Empire's high society. Although she was not a noble, the nobles pursuing her at present could form a line stretching from the Crown District all the way to Embassy Street! Although the nobles' enthusiasm was often as fleeting as the tide, and in a few months they would forget her and no longer care, at this moment, she was the undisputed center of every gathering and Salon. The nobles' competing efforts to flatter her were merely a game of power and vanity. Whoever won her favor could hold their head high in society. Yet as Elliot felt those jealous gazes all around him, almost piercing straight through him, he could only feel helpless.
It probably would not be long before the story of Lillian, him, and the two princes spread all over the Imperial Capital.
And this was precisely what Elliot wanted least. He only wanted to develop his Hearthfire District in peace, yet he had been forcibly dragged into the center of this maelstrom of power. After tonight's duel, he would probably really be labeled a "Third Prince partisan."
Who could have imagined that the Fourth Prince was so obsessive and unhinged, demanding a duel at the slightest disagreement!
Now he truly