Chapter 603 - The Banquet
As Maya lay in her bed, the room darkened by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, her mind wandered back to the events of the day. The memory of their stroll through the city, visiting the tailor, and even their quiet moments at the restaurant lingered in her thoughts. She had enjoyed the day more than she had expected, and that was largely because of Astron.
'Today…' she thought, smiling faintly as she recalled their exchanges. Today felt different. A subtle shift had occurred, something she couldn't quite put into words, but she felt it nonetheless. The way he spoke to her, the way he listened, and even his willingness to join her on the trip to the city all felt like a step forward in their growing connection.
And then there was the banquet.
The thought of tomorrow's event sobered her, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her once again. It wasn't just another social gathering.
There were deeper currents flowing beneath the surface—dangers and secrets that both she and Astron would have to navigate carefully. His words replayed in her mind, reminding her of her role in the night ahead.
'Curious but cautious,' she repeated to herself silently. She knew how important it was to play her part perfectly, to let them underestimate her. It was a game of masks. But Astron had given her a clear path to follow, and she trusted his judgment. He was always calculating.
The instructions Astron had given her were simple enough: play the role of a curious, cautious newcomer—someone inexperienced in the art of politics but eager to learn. She knew that image would lower the guards of people like Silas, but the problem was that Maya wasn't someone who easily felt nervous or unsure of herself.
She had been raised in the Evergreen family and trained to be poised and confident in any situation. Nervousness wasn't something that came naturally to her.
'Curious but cautious,' she repeated once again in her mind. Her role demanded a delicate balance, something that didn't come naturally to her. Normally, when she was in social settings, she carried herself with ease. Her status and the respect her family commanded in the Federation meant that she had little need to worry about how others perceived her.
Most people either admired or feared the Evergreen name.
'But this time, it's different.' She sat up slowly, her mind focusing on the challenge ahead. She had to be careful and act like she was stepping into this world for the first time—timid, maybe a little unsure, but determined. It would be a complete contrast to the way she usually presented herself. Could she really pull it off?
She frowned slightly, her fingers tracing the soft fabric of her blanket. "How hard can it be?" she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just an act."
And she was no stranger to playing roles, after all. Growing up in a family like hers, she had to learn when to put on a mask, when to show strength, and when to step back. She just needed to tap into a different part of herself—one that she had rarely shown anyone.
'I'll have to look hesitant, maybe even ask questions that seem basic, just to throw them off,' she mused.
Just like that, her night continued as she went to sleep.
Much later.
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Maya stood before the large, ornate mirror in her room, the atmosphere around her buzzing with activity as her maids prepared her for the banquet. They moved quickly, their hands steady and precise as they applied makeup, styled her hair, and helped her slip into the gown that had been carefully tailored for the event.
She just stood still as the maids worked silently around her, their movements quick and efficient, each one focused on their task. The soft rustle of fabric and the quiet clinking of makeup brushes filled the room, creating a gentle hum of preparation.
Her face remained calm and serene, a mask of composure she had perfected over the years. Yet beneath that calm exterior, a faint flutter of excitement stirred in her chest. She couldn't deny it. Tonight, she wanted to impress not just the people at the banquet but him—Astron.
She had imagined what he might think when he saw her in the dress, and though she knew he was always composed, part of her hoped to catch a flicker of something in his gaze.
As the maids continued to work, one of them approached her with a set of makeup brushes in hand. "Lady Evergreen, how would you like your makeup tonight?" she asked, her voice respectful and deferential.
Maya glanced at the array of products laid out before her. She didn't need much—her features were naturally striking, and too much makeup would only distract from her elegance. "Something subtle," she said softly, her tone measured. "Accentuate my eyes, but keep the rest soft."
The maid nodded and quickly set to work, her hands light and precise as she brushed a soft hue over Maya's eyelids, adding just enough shimmer to make her pink eyes stand out without being overpowering. The rest of her makeup was kept understated, enhancing her natural beauty without drawing too much attention.
As she sat there, watching her reflection, Maya felt that pang of anticipation grow stronger. It wasn't just about the dress or the makeup—it was the entire evening ahead. She was stepping into a role, a carefully crafted persona that would help her navigate the banquet and the political games to come. But there was also a more personal layer to her excitement.
'How will he look?' she wondered silently, her mind briefly drifting to Astron. He would be dressed in the suit Eliran had crafted, and she couldn't help but imagine how sharp he'd appear, how composed and controlled, as always. But maybe, just maybe, tonight she would see a hint of something more—a reaction, even if just a subtle one.
"Does this look to your liking, Lady Evergreen?" another maid asked, stepping back slightly to let Maya view the final touches in the mirror.
Maya took a slow breath, her eyes sweeping over her reflection. The soft glow of her makeup, combined with the elegance of her gown, created a look that was both powerful and graceful. It was exactly what she had envisioned.
"Yes," she said, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of excitement. "It's perfect."
The maids bowed slightly, continuing their work in quiet efficiency as they adjusted the last few details of her attire—fastening delicate jewelry around her neck and wrists, ensuring every piece was flawless.
As they finished, Maya took one final look at herself in the mirror, her heart beating a little faster. She was ready—not just for the banquet but for everything it would entail. And most of all, she was ready to step into the role she needed to play tonight.
Her thoughts lingered on Astron once more as the maids quietly stepped back, giving her space. 'I wonder if he's ready,' she mused, the faintest smile playing at her lips.
Maya stood up, her gown flowing elegantly with her movements, every step as graceful as the quiet hum of magic embedded within the fabric. The dress was not only beautiful but practical—enchanted with protection and durability, ensuring that neither her makeup nor her attire would falter throughout the night.
There was no need to worry about smudges or wear; every detail had been crafted with care and designed to last.
She moved toward the door, her heart steady but carrying that subtle thrill of anticipation. The banquet was more than just an event—it was a stage, and tonight, she would play her part perfectly. Her mind was focused, but a part of her was undeniably eager to see Astron, to observe how he carried himself in the suit they had tailored just for him.
As she stepped into the lounge, her breath caught instantly.
Astron was already there, waiting for her. And he was a vision.
'Huh?'
He wore a sleek, perfectly fitted black suit, the fabric rich and luxurious, shimmering subtly under the warm lights of the room. The intricate silver and gold detailing on his jacket and the chain draped elegantly across his chest caught her eye, accentuating his tall, lean frame.
But it was the way he wore it—with that quiet, effortless confidence—that took her breath away.
His posture was relaxed, one hand in his pocket, while the other adjusted the collar of his jacket with the slightest touch of precision.
His dark hair, tousled just enough to seem natural yet intentional, framed his chiseled face, and his purple eyes glowed like the rarest of gems, deep and enigmatic. The way the suit was crafted—sharp, refined, with hints of starlight in its design—gave him an aura of power, as if the very fabric held a trace of the cosmos within it.
Maya couldn't help but stare for a moment, her heart skipping a beat. It wasn't just the suit that made him look so striking—it was him. The calm, composed strength that he exuded, the quiet control that defined every movement, every glance.
Her thoughts stilled, the playful remarks she had considered saying slipping away as she simply stood there, absorbing the sight of him. For a moment, she wasn't the poised, practiced Lady Evergreen. She was just… captivated.
Astron turned toward her, his gaze meeting hers with a calm intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. He said nothing at first, simply observing her, his eyes lingering on her dress and her face, before settling back on her eyes. His expression remained composed, but there was something in the way he looked at her—something almost imperceptible, a flicker of approval perhaps, or admiration.
For a moment, the lounge was quiet, the weight of their mutual acknowledgment filling the space between them. Maya felt her heartbeat quicken again, but she masked it with a small, graceful smile as she stepped closer to him.
"You're… ready," she said softly, her voice calm, though the faintest trace of awe slipped through.
Astron gave a slight nod, his eyes still fixed on her. "As are you," he replied, his voice low and steady.
Maya felt the corner of her lips lift slightly. "You look…" she paused, choosing her words carefully. "You look impressive."
There was a small, almost imperceptible shift in Astron's expression—just the faintest twitch of his lips, a subtle acknowledgment of her words. "Thank you," he said, his voice as composed as ever. "You look… perfect."
And he did mean it without any lies.
The way she looked tonight, dressed in the black gown that hugged her figure so elegantly, her violet eyes glowing under the soft light, her long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders—Astron couldn't help but be taken aback. Her beauty was undeniable, but there was something more to it tonight, something that stirred within him.
Maya also noticed the faint shift in Astron's expression, the way his gaze lingered just a little longer on her as if taking in every detail. It wasn't the first time they had shared a moment like this, but tonight, it felt different—deeper.
But at the same time, it was embarrassing.
Both for him and for her, but one of them was not used to getting embarrassed.
"Shall we?" Astron said finally, his voice steady once more as he extended a hand toward her, though Maya knew that was a façade.
Maya glanced down at his hand, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, her fingers brushing against his as she took his hand.
"Let's."
The banquet started.
Chapter 604 - The Banquet (2)
Cox family had recently risen in power in the southern parts of the Federation.
But even then, their roots as a low-ranking family had always been a chore in their eyes, and they needed to carefully cultivate their newfound status.
Today's banquet was a pivotal moment in solidifying their influence, a display of power and prestige for high-ranking officials and nobles alike.
Every detail mattered, from the shimmering chandeliers to the perfectly arranged floral displays. Everything had to reflect the image they wished to project: a family worthy of their position among the Federation's elite.
At the grand entrance of the Cox estate, the butler, Mr. Malford, stood straight-backed and stoic, his graying hair combed impeccably. Dressed in a black-tailored suit that exuded professionalism, his sharp eyes scanned the driveway for the arriving guests.
The estate's wide marble steps were flanked by two stone lions, symbols of power recently added to the mansion's façade, though Malford himself had always thought them a bit too ostentatious.
As the first car approached, he adjusted his white gloves, the subtle leather stretching only noticeable to those who knew the art of etiquette. The car halted smoothly, and Mr. Malford stepped forward with practiced grace, his every movement deliberate and respectful. He opened the door and bowed slightly as the first guest descended.
"Welcome, Lady Halcross," Malford greeted in his polished tone. His eyes briefly met hers, the deep brown of a woman who had seen her share of political games. "The Cox family is most honored by your presence this evening."
Lady Halcross, draped in a rich navy gown, nodded coolly. She was a woman of considerable influence, and Malford knew that her attendance alone was a significant achievement for the Cox family. "Thank you, Malford. I trust tonight will be... enlightening," she said, her voice dripping with an unspoken challenge.
Malford only offered a gracious smile, bowing as she passed, escorted by a footman towards the brightly lit hall.
As Mr. Malford continued to receive the guests with his impeccable manners, bowing and offering polite greetings, his mind couldn't help but drift toward the unexpected development that weighed heavily on his thoughts: the sudden appearance of Lady Evergreen.
The Evergreen family was a force unlike any other in the Federation, their influence and power spanning far beyond what the Cox family could currently dream of. Their mere presence at an event such as this turned heads and stirred whispers.
Malford was proud to serve the Cox family; he had been with them since their early days when they had barely clawed their way out of obscurity. But despite the pride he felt for their rapid ascent, the Evergreens were in an entirely different league.
The Cox family, for all their ambition and newfound prestige, were still learning to navigate the intricate web of high society. And now, with Lady Evergreen gracing the banquet unannounced, everything had changed.
As the next guest stepped out of their vehicle, Malford executed his well-practiced bow. "Welcome, Lord Harrington," he greeted in his usual polished tone, though his mind still lingered on the arrival of Lady Evergreen.
Lady Evergreen had been a surprise. The Cox family hadn't expected her, and in the world of politics and power, uninvited guests, especially of her stature, carried with them either immense opportunity or catastrophic risk.
He worried for Lord Cox. This banquet had been carefully orchestrated to boost their standing and cement their position as rising elites within the Federation.
Yet, amidst his worry, Malford also saw the potential. This could elevate the Cox family's reputation far beyond what tonight's banquet had originally intended.
The Evergreens were feared and respected in equal measure, and the fact that one of them had chosen to attend this banquet, uninvited or not, could transform the night into something monumental.
People would remember this evening not only as a showcase of the Cox family's ascent but also as the moment they rubbed shoulders with true power.
As the stream of guests continued, Malford caught a glimpse of Lord Cox standing by the entrance of the ballroom, wearing his finest suit and offering a charming smile to those who approached.
Cars continued to arrive one after another, each more opulent than the last, the gleaming exteriors reflecting the soft lights from the grand estate. Malford remained steadfast, bowing and offering polished greetings to every guest, yet his mind raced with the anticipation that hung over the evening.
But before he could dwell too much on Evergreen, the distant hum of an engine pulled his attention sharply.
–WROOM!
A new car approached the estate, one unlike the others. Sleek, polished, and unmistakably luxurious, the highest-end model that even the wealthiest in the Federation could only dream of possessing. Malford's pulse quickened. He recognized the vehicle immediately. This wasn't just any guest—this was him.
The car glided to a stop, its engine emitting a low, refined growl before falling into silence. Malford instinctively straightened his posture and adjusted his gloves. The moment had come, and his master's most important guest was finally here.
The door of the luxurious car opened, and a man stepped out with graceful precision. Silas Vayne, the man everyone had been waiting for. He appeared to be in his thirties, yet his smooth, unblemished skin hinted at something more—a telltale sign of his Awakened status. His dark hair was slicked back, and his sharp, calculating eyes seemed to absorb everything around him in an instant.
Malford's heart raced as an aftereffect of his presence. The subconscious effect of his oppression was, though Malford maintained his composure.
He knew this was the guest his master had personally instructed him to show the utmost respect. Not even Lady Evergreen, for all her unanticipated arrival and the shockwaves it had sent through the evening, carried the weight that Silas Vayne did. This entire banquet, all the lavish displays, the carefully curated guest list—it had all been orchestrated for him.
"Welcome, Mr. Vayne," Malford greeted, bowing lower than he had for anyone that night. His tone was reverent and respectful in a way that left no room for misinterpretation. "The Cox family is deeply honored by your presence."
Silas didn't reply immediately. He took a moment to adjust the cufflinks on his immaculate suit, his gaze sweeping over the grand estate before settling on Malford. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity of his presence was undeniable.
Finally, he gave a small nod, acknowledging the butler's greeting. "Thank you, Malford," Silas said, his voice smooth and composed. "I trust everything is in order?"
Malford suppressed the nervous flutter in his chest and gave a confident nod. "Yes, Mr. Vayne. Every detail has been prepared to your specifications. My Lord eagerly awaits your arrival inside."
Silas gave another nod, satisfied. Without another word, he walked towards the grand entrance, his steps silent but carrying the weight of someone who knew the power they wielded.
As Silas entered the brightly lit hall, Malford exhaled slowly, allowing himself a brief moment of relief.
'What an oppressive Aura.'
He thought. Being a butler was not easy, especially for a family like Cox. He was someone who had dealt with countless shady people, and countless different deals.
Being a demon contractor himself, he thought that he had seen the world already.
'My Lord….'
Yet, now he was not sure anymore.
'My Lord… what have you gotten us into?' he mused silently, though he kept his expression calm and professional.
Before he could dwell further on the unsettling thoughts, the next car arrived, snapping him back to the present. This was another pair of guests that Lord Cox had emphasized as critical to the evening's success.
The vehicle pulled up smoothly, and Malford immediately recognized the emblem on its side—Argen Delvora's company. A formidable businessman and political strategist, Argen was known for his ruthlessness and brilliance in negotiation. He was not a man to cross, and his influence could sway entire sectors of the Federation's economy.
Malford straightened his posture and stepped forward to open the door.
Argen Delvora emerged from the car, his sharp, calculating eyes hidden behind round spectacles. His salt-and-pepper hair gave him an air of wisdom, and his tailored suit exuded wealth and authority. He glanced at Malford briefly, offering no words, only a slight nod of acknowledgment.
"Welcome, Mr. Delvora," Malford greeted respectfully. "The Cox family is deeply honored by your presence tonight."
Argen gave no reply, merely adjusting his gloves as he strode towards the grand entrance with the quiet confidence of a man used to wielding power. Malford watched him go, noting how the other guests already inside would be keeping a close eye on him. Delvora's reputation preceded him, and his presence was sure to add another layer of intrigue to the evening.
Barely a moment had passed before the next car pulled up, this one carrying a more striking presence. The emblem of the Althea family gleamed on the car door, and Malford knew this guest would draw even more attention.
Vivienne Althea, draped in a flowing crimson gown, stepped out with a grace that commanded attention. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her bright green eyes glinted with both beauty and cunning. Vivienne was a socialite with deep connections in the Federation's political sphere, but more than that, she was known for her charm and manipulation.
She could turn any room in her favor with little more than a smile.
"Lady Althea, it is an honor," Malford greeted her with a respectful bow. He could feel the weight of her gaze as she examined him for just a moment.
"Thank you, Malford," she said, her voice smooth, yet carrying an edge of amusement. "I trust tonight will be… interesting."
He nodded, holding her gaze briefly before lowering his eyes in deference. As she walked past, her entrance into the hall was bound to cause a stir. The combination of Argen Delvora and Vivienne Althea in one room was a potent mix, and Malford could only imaagine the delicate negotiations and veiled threats that would take place tonight.
RING!
Just then, he had received a call from his smartwatch connected to his earbuds.
[Lady Evergreen will be arriving soon.]
And hearing this, he composed himself swiftly, preparing mentally for the next pivotal moment of the evening. This was more than just a guest; this was a critical figure whose every move was carefully watched, especially by his master, Lord Cox.
A luxurious car arrived, sleek and glimmering under the estate's grand chandeliers, signaling her arrival. The vehicle came to a smooth halt, and the air seemed to grow heavier with anticipation. Malford took a deep breath as the doors of the car opened.
Stepping out first was a striking man, his aura as powerful as the night itself. He appeared no older a twenty, yet there was something timeless about him—his pale skin, smooth as if untouched by age, and his wavy black hair accentuating his sharp purple eyes.
His tailored black suit adorned with intricate details exuded authority. This was no ordinary man. Malford knew without a doubt who he was—another Awakened, perhaps someone close to Lady Evergreen.
Then, from the other side of the car, she stepped out. Lady Evergreen herself.
She was radiant, her long flowing purple hair shimmering under the mansion's lights, and her elegant black gown draped over her figure like it was spun from the night sky itself. Her eyes, deep blue and captivating, commanded the attention of all who looked her way.
As she moved gracefully beside the man, there was no question—this pair was a force to be reckoned with.
Malford, well-trained and ever composed, bowed low as they approached. "Lady Evergreen, welcome to the Cox Estate," he said, his voice carrying the weight of respect and awe. "The evening is honored by your presence."
Chapter 605 - The Banquet (3)
"Lady Evergreen, welcome to the Cox Estate. The evening is honored by your presence."
As she stepped forward, her posture poised and regal, the weight of her family's name already rippling through the air around her, Maya felt the subtle tension pressing down on her.
Yet, beneath the calm exterior, she was carefully crafting her role for the evening—a delicate balancing act that required her to appear not as the powerful figure she truly was but as the curious and nervous young lady she needed to portray.
Astron remained a step behind her, his presence calm and steady, a silent guardian watching over her every move. His sharp eyes swept over the scene, taking in the way the guests reacted to Maya's arrival. He noted how some gazes lingered on her with curiosity while others whispered quietly among themselves, likely speculating about her sudden presence at the event.
Maya could feel the eyes on her, but she pretended not to notice. Instead, she allowed her steps to falter slightly, her fingers twitching ever so faintly as though she were unsure of herself. It was all part of the act—a carefully constructed facade that would let her slip into the evening unnoticed by those who might otherwise see her as a threat.
Her lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes darted quickly around the room, taking in the opulence of the Cox Estate and the grand ballroom beyond. The chandeliers above sparkled like starlight, and the hum of quiet conversation and clinking glasses filled the air.
It was a room filled with power, influence, and hidden agendas, yet Maya's task was to appear as if she were stepping into this world for the first time—cautious, unsure, but eager to learn.
As they approached the entrance to the ballroom, Malford, the Cox family butler, greeted them with a low bow. "Lady Evergreen, welcome to the Cox Estate. The evening is honored by your presence."
Maya gave a small, almost timid smile in response, her voice soft and measured. "Thank you... Mr. Malford, was it?" She added the faintest hesitation in her tone as if trying to remember his name, a calculated move to make her appear less confident in her surroundings.
Malford, ever professional, responded with a respectful nod. "Yes, Lady Evergreen. If there is anything you require this evening, do not hesitate to ask."
Maya nodded, her eyes briefly flicking to the ballroom doors, then back to Malford. "I... I will, thank you."
As they entered the grand ballroom, the murmurs around them grew louder. Maya could feel the weight of the room's collective gaze shifting toward her, though she kept her own eyes lowered for a moment, as though uncertain. She took a breath and allowed herself to hesitate slightly before stepping fully into the room, giving the impression of someone not quite used to being in such grand company.
Astron, watching her closely, was impressed with how seamlessly she had stepped into the role.
'She did indeed have such a talent as I had thought…..'
The faint uncertainty in her movements, the careful way she held herself—it was all perfectly executed. No one here would suspect that Lady Evergreen was anything but a nervous young woman, stepping into the political world for the first time.
The moment they crossed the threshold into the ballroom, Maya turned her head slightly toward Astron, her eyes catching him for a brief moment. It was a subtle signal, a silent acknowledgment that she was ready to proceed. Astron gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable, but Maya could sense the approval in his gaze.
The two moved further into the room, and Maya kept her gaze moving, her expression one of awe and curiosity as if she were taking in the grandeur for the first time. She allowed herself to glance at the powerful figures in the room—Argen Delvora, Vivienne Althea, and, of course, Silas Vayne—without lingering too long, as though she were too intimidated to hold their gaze.
Her hand tightened ever so slightly around the delicate fan she carried, a subtle gesture of nervousness that did not go unnoticed by those watching her. Silas Vayne, in particular, observed her with a calculating gaze, though his expression remained calm. Maya knew that he was already assessing her, trying to gauge her significance at the event.
As Maya and Astron moved through the grand ballroom, it became impossible for them to go unnoticed.
Eyes followed their every step, and whispers began to ripple across the room. The pair drew attention not only for the powerful family Maya represented but also for their striking appearance. Astron, clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, looked like a figure straight out of a painting.
His cold purple eyes, chiseled face, and dark hair made him stand out like a model in an elite fashion magazine. Several of the ladies in the room could hardly keep their gazes off him, his silent yet commanding presence only heightening the allure.
Maya, no less captivating, stood at his side, her beauty enhanced by her flowing black gown that shimmered with every movement. Her long purple hair cascaded down her back, and her blue eyes sparkled under the ballroom's bright chandeliers.
Together, they created a striking contrast—him with his cold, calculating gaze, and her with her composed yet timid appearance. They were a pair that seemed to belong in a world of legends rather than a mere banquet.
As they passed by, more than a few heads turned, and many of the women in the room exchanged curious glances. The men, too, took notice, their expressions ranging from admiration to speculation. Whispers circulated, many of them wondering who the mysterious man accompanying Lady Evergreen was.
Among those particularly intrigued was Vivienne Althea. Her green eyes, sharp and observant, lingered on Astron as Maya exchanged pleasantries with the gathered guests.
Vivienne leaned slightly forward, her gaze unwavering as she took in every detail of the young man's appearance, his presence undeniable even though he remained largely silent, watching the room with those cold purple eyes.
And Maya did not miss that as well.
"Senior, you may go to her table."
Hearing Astron's words confirmed what she thought.
'I thought the same.'
With that she moved towards her table. Reaching there, Maya gave a small, hesitant smile and dipped her head in greeting. "Good evening," she said softly, her voice just loud enough to be heard but with a hint of shyness that fit the image she was portraying.
The men and women around the table offered polite smiles in return, their gazes curious but unthreatening. Vivienne Althea, in particular, gave Maya an appraising look, her green eyes gleaming with interest. "Lady Evergreen, how wonderful to see you here," Vivienne said smoothly. "I must admit, I did not expect to see someone of your standing at this event."
Maya smiled nervously, her eyes briefly meeting Vivienne's before she looked away. "Oh, I... I'm just here to learn," she replied softly. "My family thought it would be a good opportunity for me to observe."
Vivienne's smile widened slightly, her eyes flicking toward Astron for a moment before returning to Maya. "How wise of them," she said. "These events can be quite... informative."
Vivienne's gaze, sharp and calculating, shifted once more toward Astron, her curiosity evident. The way he stood just behind Maya, composed yet commanding in his silence, had clearly piqued her interest. His cold purple eyes, as unreadable as ever, seemed to study the room, but he remained a quiet enigma in the midst of the gathering.
Vivienne's green eyes lingered on him for a moment longer before she spoke again.
"And who might this handsome young man be?" Vivienne asked, her tone smooth but laced with intrigue. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting him before. Could you introduce him, Lady Evergreen?"
Maya felt the slight shift in attention as the other guests around the table subtly leaned in, curious to hear her response. She offered Vivienne a small, polite smile, her expression still reflecting the careful blend of timidity and poise she had been maintaining all evening.
"This is Astron," Maya said softly, her voice warm but understated, as though hesitant to draw too much attention. "He's my partner for tonight."
There was a subtle flicker of something in Vivienne's eyes—perhaps surprise, or even admiration. She looked Astron up and down once more, clearly intrigued by the fact that such a striking figure was with Lady Evergreen. The word partner seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and Vivienne's smile widened just a touch, though she hid her deeper thoughts behind a veneer of politeness.
"Well, Lady Evergreen, you certainly have good taste," Vivienne said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of interest. "I must say, it's not every day we see such an impressive young man accompanying a lady of your status. It's quite the statement."
Maya's smile faltered ever so slightly, just enough to fit the nervous persona she was projecting. "I-I'm grateful for his company tonight," she said softly, her fingers lightly adjusting the fan in her hand. "It's a bit overwhelming to be here, and he has been a steady presence."
Astron, ever composed, remained quiet, giving Vivienne a respectful nod. His presence spoke volumes without needing to say much, and Maya could feel the eyes of the other guests lingering on them both, assessing the dynamic between them.
Vivienne's gaze, still lingering on Astron, softened just a little. "You're very fortunate, Lady Evergreen," she said with a knowing smile while licking her lips.
'You fox bitch.'
And thanks to the fact that her gaze was on Astron, Vivienne missed a small expression that Maya showed just at that moment.
How her eyes turned red, and they were narrowed, even though it was just for a split second.
Vivienne's smile remained sharp, though it softened ever so slightly as she steered the conversation into more familiar waters. "It must be quite an adjustment for you, Lady Evergreen," she began smoothly, her eyes finally shifting back to Maya. "Attending such events, especially considering the weight of your family's reputation. I imagine there's a lot of expectation riding on your shoulders."
Maya allowed her smile to return, though it was tinged with just the right amount of nervousness. "Y-Yes, it can be a bit overwhelming," she admitted, lowering her gaze momentarily, playing her part with subtle mastery. "There's so much to learn...
and so many people to meet." Her fingers fidgeted delicately with her fan, the perfect picture of a young woman trying to navigate her way through a world she was only beginning to understand.
Vivienne's gaze remained fixed on her, clearly entertained by Maya's seemingly vulnerable demeanor. "I'm sure you'll do just fine," she teased, a playful glint in her green eyes. "Though I must admit, I've never expected to see you this…..timid."
At those words, Maya's eyes perked up a little as she slightly tensed.
'This woman…..'
She realized Vivienne was not that easy to fool.
Chapter 606 - The Banquet (4)
'This woman…..'
Maya felt the subtle shift in Vivienne's tone and the sharpness in her words. It was clear now—Vivienne wasn't just making idle conversation, she was testing her. A woman like Vivienne, who had navigated the upper echelons of power for years, would never let down her guard so easily.
She was probing, assessing whether the young Lady Evergreen was as fragile as she appeared or if there was something more beneath the surface.
Maya's fingers tightened briefly around the stem of her glass as she took in the realization. Of course, Vivienne would push harder—it was the nature of the game. And Maya was already prepared for such challenges. She had anticipated that her persona of the timid, inexperienced noblewoman wouldn't be enough to fool everyone.
Women like Vivienne had sharpened their instincts in political circles filled with deceit and ambition. Maya knew she had to step carefully.
Letting her shoulders relax slightly, she allowed the faintest flicker of nervousness to cross her features, just enough for Vivienne to catch it. She held the glass in her hand, taking a small sip of the wine, her fingers deliberately trembling as she set it down.
Her hand slipped just slightly, and the glass wobbled precariously before tumbling from her fingers.
"Oh!" Maya gasped, stepping back in surprise, her eyes wide with embarrassment. The glass lay in pieces at her feet, and she could already feel the attention of the nearby guests turning toward her. She bit her lip, her expression a perfect mixture of shock and humiliation as she clasped her hands together in front of her chest.
"I-I'm so sorry," she stammered softly, casting her gaze down as if utterly mortified by the mistake.
Vivienne's eyes flashed with amusement, but behind her smile was something more. She watched closely, clearly evaluating whether this nervous display was genuine or another carefully calculated move.
Maya could sense Vivienne's enjoyment at seeing her so flustered, but she made sure to maintain her facade, giving Vivienne exactly what she wanted to see: an unsure, overwhelmed young woman out of her depth.
"Don't worry, Lady Evergreen," Vivienne said with a teasing lilt in her voice, her eyes gleaming with a hint of predatory satisfaction. "It happens to the best of us." She leaned in slightly, her smile widening.
At this point, many people's attention was directed toward that place as they saw how the glass had shattered there.
Just as Maya was about to respond to Vivienne's teasing remark, the sound of footsteps approached swiftly. An attendant, impeccably dressed in the Cox family's colors, arrived with a small, discreet broom and cloth to clean up the shattered glass. His movements were quick yet unobtrusive, expertly clearing the broken shards without drawing too much attention.
Maya cast a fleeting glance at him, grateful for his professionalism, but something else caught her attention.
The timing.
The crowd's murmurs quieted as the doors at the far end of the ballroom opened, and the host of the evening, Gerald Cox, entered the room.
He walked with an air of importance that demanded respect, yet his face held a pleasant, welcoming smile. The sudden shift in focus from Maya's moment of clumsiness to the host's grand entrance felt almost deliberate.
'Not bad.'
Maya couldn't help but notice the impeccable timing of his appearance. Whether intentional or not, it provided her with the opportunity to gracefully step away from the spotlight.
'Most likely to save me some face.'
She briefly wondered if it had been orchestrated as a subtle gesture of support. After all, the Cox family had everything riding on this banquet, and letting a high-profile guest like Lady Evergreen suffer unnecessary embarrassment wouldn't be beneficial to anyone.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice of one of the Cox family's attendants announced, drawing the attention of the room. "Our esteemed host, Lord Gerald Cox."
Gerald paused at the center of the ballroom, a commanding figure now standing at the heart of everyone's attention. With a subtle wave of his hand, the hum of conversation dwindled to a quiet hush. He surveyed the room for a moment, his gaze passing over Maya and Astron for a brief second before settling on the larger group of guests.
"Welcome, friends and esteemed guests," Gerald began, his voice smooth and practiced, carrying through the grand hall with ease. "It brings me great pleasure to have you all here tonight. This evening is not only a celebration of our shared successes but also a chance to strengthen the bonds of friendship and collaboration between our families and our future endeavors."
There was a soft murmur of approval from the guests, the gathered crowd clearly impressed with Gerald's poised and confident demeanor. His words were carefully chosen, not only welcoming the attendees but also hinting at the underlying purpose of the banquet—strengthening alliances and fortifying the Cox family's newfound position of power.
Gerald's eyes swept the room once more, offering a reassuring smile to his guests. "Please, enjoy the evening. We've prepared the finest refreshments and entertainment, and we hope this will be a night to remember for all."
As the polite applause began to fade and guests resumed their conversations, Gerald Cox made his way through the gathered crowd with purpose. His eyes flicked briefly to various important figures in the room, but it was clear where his destination lay. With measured, confident steps, he moved toward Maya and Astron.
Maya noticed his approach immediately. Despite the bustling atmosphere of the room, the subtle shift in attention toward her was impossible to miss. She adjusted her posture, ensuring she maintained a composed yet slightly timid demeanor.
As Gerald reached their side, he inclined his head slightly in a gesture of respect, his smile warm and polite. "Lady Evergreen," he greeted, his voice smooth and respectful. "It is a true honor to have you here with us tonight. Your presence elevates the evening."
Maya offered a small, graceful smile in return, her eyes flicking up to meet his briefly before she lowered them, playing the part of the demure young noblewoman. "Thank you, Lord Cox. I'm grateful for your hospitality," she replied softly, her voice carrying just the right amount of humility.
Gerald's gaze shifted briefly to Astron, acknowledging his presence with a nod before returning his attention to Maya. "I trust everything has been to your satisfaction thus far?" he asked, his tone indicating genuine interest in ensuring that the evening had met her expectations.
Maya nodded slightly, her fingers lightly touching the fan she held as she replied. "Yes, everything has been wonderful. The banquet is... quite grand."
Gerald smiled wider, clearly pleased with her response. "I'm glad to hear it. If there is anything you need throughout the evening, please do not hesitate to ask. We aim to ensure all our guests feel comfortable."
Gerald, still standing before Maya with that pleasant smile on his face, seemed to hesitate for a brief moment before he spoke again. "And how is your brother, Mister Alden?" he asked casually, though there was a subtle undertone to the question. "I understand he's been quite busy lately, taking on more responsibilities within the Evergreen family."
Maya's fingers tightened ever so slightly on the handle of her fan, but she kept her expression perfectly composed, offering a soft, thoughtful nod. Gerald's question wasn't surprising—Alden was a well-known figure within their circles, and it made sense that Gerald would inquire after him. But Maya wasn't naive; she could sense the true intent behind the question.
Gerald wasn't simply making polite conversation—he was probing, trying to understand if there were deeper reasons for her presence tonight.
Smiling gently, Maya tilted her head slightly in a gesture of mild thoughtfulness. "Alden is doing well, thank you for asking, Lord Cox. As you mentioned, he's been quite busy lately, overseeing much of the family's work. I'm sure he would have liked to attend tonight, but... certain matters required his attention."
Gerald nodded, his expression remaining pleasant, but Maya could see the gears turning behind his calm demeanor. He was undoubtedly weighing her words, trying to determine if her brother's absence held any significance beyond what she had offered.
Maya, of course, had no intention of giving away more than necessary. Her presence at the banquet was already creating enough curiosity—there was no need to draw further attention to the Evergreen family's internal affairs.
"I see," Gerald replied, his tone measured. "A shame that Mister Alden could not join us, but I'm sure the family's affairs are in capable hands."
Maya smiled politely, her eyes lowering just slightly. "Yes, he is more than capable," she said softly, her voice carrying the perfect blend of familial pride and deference. "He's always been very dedicated."
Gerald's eyes shifted from Maya to Astron, his gaze subtly appraising the young man's poised yet silent presence. There was a momentary flicker of curiosity in his expression before he spoke again, his tone still pleasant but with a hint of inquiry. "And this gentleman is?"
Maya, maintaining her composed facade, gave a soft smile and gestured toward Astron. "This is Astron," she replied, her voice light but confident. "He is my partner for the evening."
Gerald's eyes flickered with understanding, but internally, he was already processing the deeper meaning behind the introduction. 'Partner, is it? A curious choice of words... but fitting, given the nature of these events.' His gaze lingered on Astron, noting his calm, unwavering demeanor.
There was something about the way Astron carried himself—controlled, watchful, and entirely unbothered by the scrutiny of the room. Gerald had seen this type before. He had no doubt that Astron was more than just a simple companion.
'A protector, perhaps? Or an aide, here to ensure Lady Evergreen's safety and to fend off any... complications,' Gerald mused. The presence of such a composed figure beside Maya seemed to imply that the Evergreens were not leaving anything to chance tonight.
This young man, with his sharp, focused eyes and chiseled features, was clearly someone used to handling tense situations, someone who could diffuse potential issues before they even arose.
Gerald gave Astron a nod, one filled with respect. "I see. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Astron," he said and extended his hand toward Astron, his smile warm but with that same underlying note of respect.
Astron, ever composed, reached out and accepted the gesture, shaking Gerald's hand with a firm but controlled grip. It was the kind of handshake that conveyed both confidence and professionalism, traits that Gerald had already come to associate with him.
"Likewise," Astron said simply, his tone steady. The exchange, while brief, spoke volumes to Gerald.
As Gerald shook Astron's hand, something unexpected stirred within him. It wasn't something tangible, nor was it anything he could immediately identify, but a vague sense of unease crept up from deep within his instincts.
Astron's grip was firm, confident, and professional—everything Gerald expected from a man in his position. But there was an underlying current, a subtle shift in the air that Gerald couldn't ignore.
For a brief moment, Gerald's eyes lingered on Astron, his smile still in place, but something inside him was quietly sounding an alarm. 'What is it about him?' Gerald thought, his mind trying to grasp at the fleeting sensation. There was nothing overtly threatening in Astron's demeanor—he was composed, polite, and entirely in control. Yet, beneath that calm exterior, Gerald sensed something... other.
It was as if there was a layer of depth to Astron that remained concealed, something powerful and potentially dangerous, though expertly hidden behind his stoic expression. 'Strange,' Gerald mused internally. 'He's not just a simple aide... there's more to him, something I can't quite place.'
Still, Gerald pushed the feeling aside, knowing that, for now, it would remain nothing more than a whisper at the back of his mind.
There was no concrete reason to question Astron further—only the nagging sense that this man, quiet and unassuming as he appeared, was someone worth watching.
"Then, I hope you have a nice night."
With that, he took his leave politely, as he had other matters to attend to.