NIGHT OF HUMILIATION
Seraphine’s POV
It was finally night.
From the Moon Hall balcony I watched the final decorations complete their setup. The hall shimmered with dark luxury, a stark beauty no one should ever have seen — dark, elegant, powerful.
From the towering ceilings cascading curtains of crimson and black velvet framed everything in opulent royal grandeur. Above me the fairy lights twisted as they sparkled like a captured galaxy that belonged to me.
Endless crystal vases held overflowing collections of black roses mixed with glistening silver lilies. The smell filled the air with its sweet intensity which matched my preferences precisely.
By the stage floating candles moved, their yellow illumination spread across the floor. Above the main entrance hung a silver crescent moo
