In the afternoon, Natalie arrived at the venue, where the welco banquet for all the guests was arranged. The entire royal family was present so that all the guests could et them.
With the Queen, Princess Charlotte was stuck to her side the entire ti, showing off to the world that she was the next Queen. Howard, the Queen’s brother and Charlotte’s grandfather, was there with his son, Garwin, who was still in a wheelchair due to the accident that had occurred.
Natalie observed them on the large screens arranged in different parts of the venue. Hmm, so these are all the royals. But that other family the Queen is talking to... She observed an older man who looked like Howard and had two young n by his side. From their faces, one could tell they were a family as well.
"John, any idea who they are?" Natalie asked.
John nodded and said, "That man is the Queen’s half-brother, Lenard Everthors—a son born to the Queen’s father’s mistress. The woman next to him is his wife, and those two are his sons."
"Hmm, so even the half-brother didn’t have a daughter," Natalie comnted.
"If he had a daughter, she must have been killed by Howard long ago," Ryan added. "Since Lenard was born to a mistress, he is not included as a royal family mber. It’s the Queen who insists on keeping them as part of the family."
"No wonder Howard’s face looks like shit when the Queen talks to her half-brother," Natalie concluded.
"Lenard keeps himself and his sons away from royal family matters and only shows his presence whenever the Queen invites him to such events," Ryan explained.
Later, various activities were arranged to entertain the guests, where they were told about the prideful history of Belvorn. Military parade shows were held, and the start of the yearly festival of Belvorn was marked. It was broadcast on television, and the people of Belvorn praised their most cherished Queen.
By the ti all the activities concluded, it was already evening, and the grand banquet began, featuring unique dishes from Belvorn along with cuisines from around the world. The banquet area was divided into different zones based on the types of guests. Artists invited from all over the world—including perfurs like Natalie, as well as artists from various fields such as music, painting, and more—were placed in one zone.
Everyone gathered in small groups with the people they knew, enjoying the al while sharing their lifelong artistic insights. Unbothered by anything, they were imrsed in their own world.
After a while, Princess Charlotte entered this particular banquet zone along with Briena and her two friends, who acted equally smug and prideful as the Princess.
Everyone glanced at the newcors, their gazes lingering for a few seconds before resuming what they were doing.
Charlotte’s expression changed at their nonchalance. They should have greeted her, treated her with respect, but they all acted as if she were invisible.
Artists all shared one common flaw: they were too full of themselves, carrying a kind of world-weary emotion. They believed that, apart from their peers, most people couldn’t understand their artistic philosophy. What could a few young won who were new to all this possibly understand?
"Charlotte, these people are truly mannerless," one of her friends comnted. "They don’t know how to treat a princess."
Charlotte kept her composure. "It’s alright. They are guests."
Briena felt the sa but kept her calm, taking this as a chance to praise the Princess. "You are too kind, Charlotte." She looked around the banquet hall and spotted soone she had been looking for. Natalie was about to get herself so food after finishing a conversation with so artists.
"Why not eat sothing tasty and make yourself feel better?" Briena suggested, and the others agreed. Charlotte had also noticed Natalie and knew Briena’s intentions.
Natalie had gotten so food and sat at a table. She was starving after the long welco event and needed to satisfy her hunger.
Charlotte observed her. There was sothing different about her—her temperant or grace—sothing similar to the Queen. This was a quality Charlotte had always wanted to possess, but she knew that despite spending so much ti with the Queen, she was far from achieving it.
"Charlotte, isn’t she one of the guests you said doesn’t deserve to be here?" her friend asked. "She even insulted you when you went to her country."
Charlotte simply humd.
"We should teach her a lesson," the other friend said. "Briena, she’s your sister. Can’t you keep her in check now that she’s in another country? You have Charlotte’s support here."
"Don’t ss with her, Rina," Briena warned. "She’s as cunning as a fox."
"Really?" Rina smirked and walked towards Natalie, who had just stood up to get a drink.
Once Natalie got her juice and returned to her table, Rina deliberately bumped into her, causing the juice to spill all over Rina.
"You! Are you blind?" Rina exclaid.
Natalie looked at her calmly. "I am certainly not, but you seem to be."
"You spilled juice on and then called blind?" Rina said angrily.
Natalie glanced past Rina, where Charlotte and Briena stood, smirking.
The commotion caught the attention of the other guests, and they all turned to look at the two won.
Natalie turned back to Rina. "I’m certain you bumped into while I was sitting in my chair. Now, are you going to bla the organizers for placing this table and chair in your way? If so, then the organizer of this event is right behind you. Go ahead and bla her."
Rina turned, only to see Charlotte standing there. Charlotte had been in charge of organizing this event.
Natalie was head on challenging Charlotte.
"Maybe you should mark your pathway here so organisers will know where to not keep these tables and chairs," Natalie added with a smirk. Her words ant for Rina, but her gaze was at Charlotte, mocking her silently.
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