Heir of Burberry. HEIR OF BURBERRY, #2

The air in the court was heavy with tension, every cornerhumming with anticipation, as if the walls themselves knewof the chaos about to erupt. Today I wore a deep sapphire bluesilk Valentino gown, its sheen catching the morning sunlightstreaming through the towering windows. My Saint Laurentheels clicked sharply against the polished Harper & Bronze Co.walnut floors, Cartier bracelet glinting as I moved, Dior earringscatching stray rays, and my Hermes scarf fell lightly around myshoulders, a whisper of elegance masking vigilance.
I had sensed it before anyone else-the Godfather's handmoving silently, orchestrating his coup from the shadows. Yes-terday's subtle skirmishes, rival nobles nudging for influence, all led to this. My divine insight traced the lines of manipulationbefore they reached full force. The court's air was thick, fainttremors running along Aurora Crown plates and Facet Crownglasses, an invisible charge that only I could perceive