The Whispered Thread Supper continued deep into the night, the silver threads between wrists glowing softly as Beta suitors and their chosen ladies shared quiet truths. In Beta courtship history, this supper was considered sacred — a time when hidden fears and hopes were spoken aloud into the thread, carried into the manor’s stone as binding promises of patience and emotional honesty. No force, no shadows, only gentle vulnerability in full view of the gathering.
Elara sat beside Lord Rowan, their wrists linked by the shimmering thread. Rowan kept one hand gently over hers, his touch warm and respectful as he leaned close to whisper.
“I can feel your fear through the thread,” he said softly, voice full of sincere care. “You don’t have to tell me everything tonight. Beta tradition teaches
