Parts of the skirt were tightly covered, while others were thin as a cicada’s wings, fully revealing the long, straight legs.
Alluring in myriad ways, utterly captivating.
Especially her light brown eyes, carrying a doe-like innocence, making one wish to transform into a werewolf and tear her apart on the spot.
In fact, among the attendees, many had already experienced a taste that was akin to ascending to Heaven.
Princess Charlotte wasn’t truly a pure maiden; at 34, she was a year older than Meghane, whose daughter was already grown.
After a failed marriage, she never remarried, but her lovers stretched from the Iris Kingdom’s Red Maple White Dew Palace all the way to The Holy Silver Empire’s Peridot.
This princess not only remained free of illness but seemed increasingly youthful and stunningly beautiful, causing noble men to marvel and flock to her.
“Hey, guys, who was the last to leave Princess Charlotte’s room last night?”
“It wasn’t me. My legs were so weak that I crawled off the princess’s bed; had I left any later, I’d have died in her embrace.
I only knew as I left, someone else climbed onto the bed. The room was too dark; I couldn’t tell who it was.
Joseph, was it you?”
“Of course it wasn’t me; I left before you even arrived. It was Albert and Adolf brothers who came after me.
As I was leaving, I saw Felix and his son hurrying towards the princess’s room. I bet even our beautiful princess can’t recall who that person was.”
“Haha, the last bachelor bash, Princess Charlotte invited many past lovers who satisfied her on bed.
Before bearing children for the Angouleme Family after marriage, such indulgence couldn’t continue.
To prevent herself from going insane, Her Royal Highness the Princess didn’t rest all night.
However, I wager the guy who stayed the longest wasn’t our groom, Count of Angouleme. Hahaha…”
A burst of low laughter followed, lowered just enough to be heard by others.
Hearing a few guests discuss with pleasure who stayed the longest in the bride’s room last night.
The earl, as groom, remained calm-faced.
Like those legendary Iris gentlemen, even upon seeing his wife in an affair in the bedroom, he would politely exit and close the door.
This is true grace!
Besides, Princess Mago’s nature wasn’t something new, known far and wide even amongst foreign nobility.
He married the most promiscuous princess in the Iris Kingdom’s history not truly out of love.
Holding a wine glass, he looked towards the hall, seeing the current King Louis XI, Queen Anna, and most blood relatives of the Valois Royal Family.
Thrilled at heart, he sighed slightly with regret:
“It’s a pity the Lancaster Royal Family didn’t come.
But this was anticipated; let’s proceed directly.”
Signaling his allies.
Byron’s family didn’t come; he’s only interested in the throne, not in dealings with these distant relatives.
The senior direct lineage of the Valois Royal Family had been cleared by Byron’s grandfather, Henry V [Iris Flower Hammer], leaving only a few.
Victory King Richard VII had quite a few children, 14 legitimate, three illegitimate daughters, totaling seventeen.
But with some dying young, some having no heirs, only one son, Louis XI, remains alive now.
Seven or eight daughters survive, with grandkids and great-grandkids numbering dozens, mostly here for the wedding.
As an illegitimate daughter of Victory King Richard VII, Magnyra also brought her daughter [Chameleon] Jacqueline to the banquet.
Mother and daughter, enjoying delicacies, discussed via Mind Sensitivity when cursed brother/uncle Louis XI might die, allowing nephew/cousin to ascend.
Suddenly, Jacqueline, long transformed by Byron into Night Demon Kin, twitched her alabaster nose, eyes widening:
“Mom, something’s wrong, outside… such a thick scent of blood!”