Chapter 1603: The Most Beautiful ire


    Chapter 1603: The Most Beautiful ire


    A special cushion was ced on King Bertie''s seat. Although his health was not good, he not only


    decided to attend but also insisted on staying with Ivan until the end of the banquet.


    Ivan held both of his hands, and together with Queen Katharine, they helped the king to his seat.


    Rowan was attentive and reced the butter in front of his father with olive oil. "This one is not as


    greasy," he exined in a soft voice.


    The king nodded. "You can sit too; don''t bother me tonight."


    On the several meters long sandalwood table, the seats were arranged ording to the guests'' status,


    with ce cards ced in front of each seat.


    WhenKatharine helped the king to his seat, she deliberately nced at Rowan. What was he doing?


    Why did he change the butter? And why was the king smiling at him so happily?


    Then she nced at her son Taylor, who had already taken his seat, taking out his phone and happily


    ying games!


    Katharine had a smile on her face, but she couldn''t hide her anger and frustration inside!


    Not focused on the asion at all!


    Ivan took his seat on the right side of the king, while Katharine sat on the left side of the king. It was


    evident how much Lu Layuoka valued Ivan.


    The seating arrangement surprised Katharine as well.


    The officials also thought to themselves, wasn''t the king obviously favoring Queen Katharine? When


    she wanted a castle to be built, he invited the builders with a royal banquet standard.


    This was too much favoritism, right?


    People also spected secretly that even if Prince Louis returned, the throne would probably go to


    Prince Taylor, right?


    After all,ws could be changed, and so could session rights. It all depended on the king''s mood.


    The king, Queen Katharine, and Prince Taylor appeared to be more like a family of three, which was


    the impression everyone had.


    No one in the royal family knew much about Prince Louis''s abilities. He always gave the impression of


    being mild-mannered, not one to speak or smile easily. His deep eyes always carried a touch of


    mncholy, giving the feeling that he wouldn''t achieve great things.


    Rowan sat next to Ivan, but since exchanging greetings, they hadn''tmunicated, as if they had


    never met.


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    And on the other side of Rowan''s seat, there was a sign that read "ire."


    The seat was empty; she hadn''t arrived yet.


    The dinner was about to begin, and everyone had already taken their seats, but some people hadn''t


    arrived yet.


    Rowan, sitting upright, couldn''t help but let his mind wander. Where was she? She was unfamiliar with


    this pce.


    But he wasn''t too worried, after all, everyone thought she belonged to Ivan, and no one dared to touch


    her.


    Until ire emerged from a nearby door, Rowan raised his gaze and caught sight of her.


    She was wearing a gentle evening gown, a soft blue color that clung to her like capturing a moment of


    blooming flowers. It was difficult to describe her beauty in words at that moment.


    Taylor, sitting next to Queen Katharine, inadvertently looked up and happened to see the girl.


    He, who was ying games, couldn''t help but pause for a moment. For an instant, she had stunned


    him with her beauty.


    The beauty emanating from ire tonight was different from any other princess in the royal family. This


    dress seemed tailor-made for her, and it only had such an effect when worn by her.


    The enormous crystal chandelier in the dining room emitted a dazzling light. That light shone on her, on


    the hem of her dress, on her facial features, on her skin... as if casting a golden aura.


    ire walked around the table from the other end, heading towards her designated seat. She had a


    calm expression, a shy smile, attracting the gaze of many people.


    "She''s so beautiful. Is she Mrs. Marsh?"


    "No, I heard she''s Ivan''s sister, the daughter of his aunt."


    People whispered and exchangedments in low voices.


    The tailored waistline and sparkling embellishments made ire''s graceful figure captivating, with an


    interwoven and lingering sense of beauty. Her writer''s temperament exuded from within, making her


    look even more impressive tonight. Her beauty was truly unique.