Annabel wore an ivory long dress, her blonde hair elegantly pinned up, seemingly matured overnight. She was excited and nervous, with a fire burning in her eyes. The Crown Princess, to be called Princess Barbara, and her twin daughters stayed close to Annabel, embodying excitement and triumph.
Heinrich had been restored to the status of an ordinary prince but was allowed to keep his territory, now the Prince of Turangel. When Annabel ascends to the throne, one of her children will inherit this title.
The ceremony was held in the Hall of Spirits, where guests disembarked. Various vehicles, including hover cars, passed by, making brief stops in front of the media cameras. Dressed in glamorous attire, men and women posed and smiled before walking the red carpet into the hall.
William Mina was pulled by Cairns to watch the commotion in the bustling lobby, unnoticed by the guests. A familiar silver-gray land vehicle stopped in front of the red carpet. A man in a marshal’s uniform descended, standing tall and straight, followed by a tall, handsome youth in a black uniform with gold embroidery, who exuded refined elegance and a warm smile.
He brushed his collar and slipped his cane into the belt pouch.
This reflected the unique confidence and nobility of an aristocratic young master, with a composure that other young masters lacked.
“Albert,” Cairns said through gritted teeth, “the girls like this guy. Don’t let his smile fool you—he broke the military academy’s shooting record.”
“Georgiana says Anna Belle will marry him,” William Mina said.
“Maybe. He’s the marshal’s only son, the heir to ‘War God Tyr’. Anna Belle needs to impress the Selerberg family, and Albert is quite handsome. I thought she liked your secretary.”
“Owen?” William Mina looked unhappy. “She was just teasing me.”
“Don’t be careless, Willy,” Cairns warned. “Anna Belle likes to pursue whatever catches her eye. If she thinks your secretary is talented, she’ll go for it. Remember, she’s about to become the crown princess.”
“I’ll be careful,” William Mina said.
In her line of sight, the handsome Selerberg young master followed his father up the hall’s steps. The marshal greeted acquaintances while the youth remained composed beside him.
William Mina felt a prick of discomfort and shrank back slightly.
