The ballroom shifted as if the very air had inhaled and forgotten how to exhale. The Queen’s announcement rippled through the hall, and everything changed in an instant. Music faded mid‑note. Lanterns dimmed to a soft silver glow. Nobles stepped back in synchronized motion, forming a wide circle around the center of the floor.
The atmosphere thickened, humming with ancient magic.
Elara felt it settle over her skin like frost and fire all at once. The marble beneath her feet vibrated faintly, as though the palace itself recognized the ceremony and stirred awake.
Riven let out a low whistle. “Well, this is dramatic. I approve. Nothing like a little ceremonial chaos to spice up the evening.”
Elara tried to swallow, but her throat was tight and dry.
Mira appeared at her side, cheeks flush
