LORD REVANDREL
The exhibition was proceeding as magnificently as I had planned.
Every guest of note had arrived, and the exclusive chamber was alight with indulgence and admiration. The dancers had danced, the performers had performed, the singers had sung—and now, it was my turn.
Lily and I moved across the stage in a slow, sensual choreography under the dimness of candlelights.
Behind us, a purple see-through curtain stretched from one end of the stage to the other, casting shadow and shimmer.
Another dancer moved sensually behind it, adding depth to the illusion.
As our sequence drew to its end, applause thundered across the room. Cheers rang out from every corner.
“Absolutely mesmerizing,” a voice called from the floor.
“Cel’theren does it better every year!” another praised
