Oriana's attention shifted behind Arthur as she observed a group of people approaching them. Most of the group consisted of women, trailed by knights.
'It appears to be Lord Clarence's family,' she surmised, watching them draw closer.
"Greetings, Your Highness," echoed the salutations as everyone acknowledged the prince. He stood there, wearing his customary cold demeanor, seemingly indifferent to the younger generation. Instead, he directed his attention to Arthur's grandmother and mother, offering a polite nod.
"I regret not being able to attend your engagement, as this old woman now falls ill frequently," the elderly woman spoke, her smile warm and pleasant. She turned her gaze toward Oriana with the same amiable expression. "And here we have our Crown Princess."
Oriana found the elderly woman to be gentle and amiable, and she had no desire to act recklessly. She respectfully offered a bow, unsure of how to address this venerable lady.
