"Please, sit, Princess Anya." Riley's voice was smooth, his expression unreadable as he gestured toward the empty seat.
The tension between the two women was almost tangible, like a silent battle being waged beneath polite smiles and carefully chosen words. Riley, however, had no interest in their feud.
He was here for entertainment, good wine, and perhaps a fleeting distraction from the endless monotony that came with his status.
Unlike other cultivators who saw such gatherings as trivial and beneath them, Riley enjoyed indulging in the mortal world's pleasures from time to time.
"Thank you, Saint Riley." Princess Anya took her seat gracefully, her movements practiced and elegant, befitting her noble lineage.
That left just the three of them at the main table—Riley, Anya, and Elsa. Around them, the grand hall was alive with music and laughter.
