The soft swelling of the orchestra mixed with the sweet scent of wine flooded my senses as we entered the golden ballroom. People filled the spacious room dressed in lavish gowns and beautiful suits, I recognized some from portraits Bjorn had shown me in preparation for tonight.
We entered from the top of the stairs, an entrance reserved for ‘special guests’ and I got a good view of the ballroom. Empty thrones sat at the far end of the room separated from the rest of the floor by a few feet of elevation and a golden rope. Tables were scattered intentionally in front of the thrones an open space left undisturbed for mingling.
We were quickly spotted as we entered. Some turned to blatantly stare at us. Although it was uncomfortable I was used to being the center of attention becaus
