Carolyn's POV:
I had no doubts about it and immediately followed the servant out.
The Queen had clearly dressed up for the banquet, her floor-length gown sparkling with diamond shards. However, she had also put on a thick, warm fur cloak, as if she was in a hurry and didn't even have time to change her clothes.
And indeed, that was the case. She hastily instructed me, "Something unexpected has come up, and I must handle it. I might not be able to make it back for the afternoon party. My father and Aldrich will take over hosting the banquet, but I'll leave the Southern Duke's matters to you, all right?"
"Of course, please don't worry. My father will understand; official duties come first." I reassured her.
The Queen hurriedly left, and a sense of foreboding sent shivers down my spine.
