The Whispered Thread Supper slowly dissolved into the Starlit Oath Ceremony, one of the most sacred and emotionally charged rituals before the deepest nights of the solstice. Guests gathered in the vast open Starlit Courtyard, where enchanted lanterns floated high above like living constellations, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the snow-dusted ground. The air was crisp and biting, carrying the faint scent of pine resin, glowing winter roses, and spiced wine. A gentle wind whispered through the crystal trees, making the silver threads between wrists shimmer and hum with ancient magic.
Elara stood with Lord Rowan beneath the vast canopy of stars, their wrists still linked by the glowing silver thread. The first faint light of dawn had not yet broken, but the sky was beginning to pale at
