Chapter 3
The grand ballroom was filled to capacity with royalty, high-born nobles, and knights, the crème de la crème of Dreach-Sciene society. The perfume of flowers, wine, and delectable food drifted on the warm air, along with the flourish of a violin and the laughter of those in attendance. Chandeliers glowed overhead and sparkled off of the crystal and jewels scattered throughout the room. The ball was being held in Trystan’s honor, and he was well aware it was part of the Toha tradition and had been since long before his time. The knowledge did nothing to alleviate the guilt brewing in his gut ever since finding out the true indigence of his kingdom or the desire to be anywhere else but here.
“Smile, Trystan,” Davi whispered at him from behind his own grin and goblet of wine. Both
