Emily's POV

The courtier stopped me just about getting to the podium through the center stairs, I blinked at him causing him to swipe fast aside, he stared with horror while I was trying hard to control my blush. My spirit told me who was in charge, Maximilian, a tall and huge man in his sixties, balanced on the highest seat. He watched me as I approached with discernment.

"Hello, good afternoon sir." I took a courtesy before him. "Do you know who is bowing before you?" I questioned, giving him space for suspense. While he depended on my face to guess who I was, my eyes went off to...