Chapter 33: The Dance of Thrones
The moon hung fat and golden over Velandria’s capital, its light catching on the towers of Valenhart Palace like a thousand glinting blades. Inside, the Grand Ballroom shimmered with magic and malice alike. Marble floors gleamed beneath floating chandeliers enchanted to resemble constellations, and silk banners of house crests danced on currents of unseen wind. Velvet and gemstone adorned nobles from across the kingdom—and beyond.
Tonight was the Dance of Thrones.
A political masquerade meant to flaunt the bridal contenders and remind foreign dignitaries that Velandria remained strong, stable—and enchanting. But beneath the gowns and smiling masks, the court whispered with tension: war at the northern border, a divided Council, a cursed prince, and a gho
