<h4>Chapter 319: Royal Banquet</h4>


    In the afternoon, Natalie arrived at the venue, where the wee banquet for all the guests was arranged. The entire royal family was present so that all the guests could meet them.


    With the Queen, Princess Charlotte was stuck to her side the entire time, showing off to the world that she was the next Queen. Howard, the Queen’s brother and Charlotte’s grandfather, was there with his son, Garwin, who was still in a wheelchair due to the ident that had urred.


    Natalie observed them on therge screens arranged in different parts of the venue. Hmm, so these are all the royals. But that other family the Queen is talking to... She observed an older man who looked like Howard and had two young men by his side. From their faces, one could tell they were a family as well.


    "John, any idea who they are?" Natalie asked.


    John nodded and said, "That man is the Queen’s half-brother, Lenard Everthors—a son born to the Queen’s father’s mistress. The woman next to him is his wife, and those two are his sons."


    "Hmm, so even the half-brother didn’t have a daughter," Nataliemented.


    "If he had a daughter, she must have been killed by Howard long ago," Ryan added. "Since Lenard was born to a mistress, he is not included as a royal family member. It’s the Queen who insists on keeping them as part of the family."


    "No wonder Howard’s face looks like shit when the Queen talks to her half-brother," Natalie concluded.


    "Lenard keeps himself and his sons away from royal family matters and only shows his presence whenever the Queen invites him to such events," Ryan exined.


    Later, various activities were arranged to entertain the guests, where they were told about the prideful history of Belvorn. Military parade shows were held, and the start of the yearly festival of Belvorn was marked. It was broadcast on television, and the people of Belvorn praised their most cherished Queen.


    By the time all the activities concluded, it was already evening, and the grand banquet began, featuring unique dishes from Belvorn along with cuisines from around the world. The banquet area was divided into different zones based on the types of guests. Artists invited from all over the world—including perfumers like Natalie, as well as artists from various fields such as music, painting, and more—were ced in one zone.


    Everyone gathered in small groups with the people they knew, enjoying the meal while sharing their lifelong artistic insights. Unbothered by anything, they were immersed in their own world.


    After a while, Princess Charlotte entered this particr banquet zone along with Briena and her two friends, who acted equally smug and prideful as the Princess.


    Everyone nced at the neers, their gazes lingering for a few seconds before resuming what they were doing.


    Charlotte’s expression changed at their nonchnce. They should have greeted her, treated her with respect, but they all acted as if she were invisible.


    Artists all shared onemon w: they were too full of themselves, carrying a kind of world-weary emotion. They believed that, apart from their peers, most people couldn’t understand their artistic philosophy. What could a few young women who were new to all this possibly understand?


    "Charlotte, these people are truly mannerless," one of her friendsmented. "They don’t know how to treat a princess."


    Charlotte kept herposure. "It’s alright. They are guests."


    Briena felt the same but kept her calm, taking this as a chance to praise the Princess. "You are too kind, Charlotte." She looked around the banquet hall and spotted someone she had been looking for. Natalie was about to get herself some food after finishing a conversation with some artists.


    "Why not eat something tasty and make yourself feel better?" Briena suggested, and the others agreed. Charlotte had also noticed Natalie and knew Briena’s intentions.


    Natalie had gotten some food and sat at a table. She was starving after the long wee event and needed to satisfy her hunger.


    Charlotte observed her. There was something different about her—her temperament or grace—something simr to the Queen. This was a quality Charlotte had always wanted to possess, but she knew that despite spending so much time with the Queen, she was far from achieving it.


    "Charlotte, isn’t she one of the guests you said doesn’t deserve to be here?" her friend asked. "She even insulted you when you went to her country."


    Charlotte simply hummed.


    "We should teach her a lesson," the other friend said. "Briena, she’s your sister. Can’t you keep her in check now that she’s in another country? You have Charlotte’s support here."


    "Don’t mess with her, Rina," Briena warned. "She’s as cunning as a fox."


    "Really?" Rina smirked and walked towards Natalie, who had just stood up to get a drink.


    Once Natalie got her juice and returned to her table, Rina deliberately bumped into her, causing the juice to spill all over Rina.


    "You! Are you blind?" Rina eximed.


    Natalie looked at her calmly. "I am certainly not, but you seem to be."


    "You spilled juice on me and then called me blind?" Rina said angrily.


    Natalie nced past Rina, where Charlotte and Briena stood, smirking.


    Themotion caught the attention of the other guests, and they all turned to look at the two women.


    Natalie turned back to Rina. "I’m certain you bumped into me while I was sitting in my chair. Now, are you going to me the organizers for cing this table and chair in your way? If so, then the organizer of this event is right behind you. Go ahead and me her."


    Rina turned, only to see Charlotte standing there. Charlotte had been in charge of organizing this event.


    Natalie was head on challenging Charlotte.


    "Maybe you should mark your pathway here so organisers will know where to not keep these tables and chairs," Natalie added with a smirk. Her words meant for Rina, but her gaze was at Charlotte, mocking her silently.