THERE was a grand celebration taking place at the House of Valentina. The manor was adorned with shimmering crystal lights, soft orchestral music filled the air, and nobles from all corners of the empire gathered in their finest attire. As always punctual, Thalia arrived early and soon found herself inside the grand dancing hall, surrounded by young nobles who were already engaged in lively conversations and introductions. Laughter echoed beneath the high ceilings, glasses clinked, and the rustle of silk gowns filled the room. Yet, while others mingled with ease, Thalia quietly slipped away from the center of activity. She took a seat in a vacant chair tucked into the corner of the hall, half-shadowed, half-forgotten. Instead of joining the chatter, she simply observed. It had become a hab
