And so it begins.
We enter the ballroom, the whole court in attendance, each house in their designated area. Once again, the room is bedecked in the royal colours of gold, green and white much to the dismay of Rhydien. His houses colour’s had been used as the royal courts colours during this sacred ceremony for centuries, a slap in the face to his family and how his mother could never be queen. He bore it well, wearing his usual forest green and black dress coat, the golden coat pin on his lapel twisted in a knot of thorns around a large emerald. Today would be the day I reintroduced myself to the court and finally met the ladies that called themselves competition.
The room was lit with thousands of fae lights, the tree root chandelier painted gold and dripping with crystals, shining t
