In an instant, all the elders' eyes were fixed on Seraphina Ashworth. Their expressions were complicated, and their minds raced with calculations.
Feeling the elders' eyes on her, Seraphina Ashworth maintained an air of indifference. Her limpid eyes were so placid it was impossible to read her thoughts.
"Miss Ashworth, do you feel you are qualified to serve as the Lady of the House for the Lantister Family?" the Great Elder asked, looking Seraphina Ashworth in the eye with a deliberate pace.
Seraphina Ashworth smiled faintly, her fingertips tapping lightly on the tabletop. Seeing the contempt deep in each elder's eyes, the glint in her own limpid gaze darkened.
Seeing Seraphina Ashworth's silence, the elders all assumed this prospective Lady of the House was nothing more than a pretty face. Instantly, their confidence swelled.
