LEILA
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The clinking of silverware and the low hum of conversation that had filled the massive dining hall began to shift, morphing into something else entirely as the last bits of food were cleared away.
"I think we will have a dance after this, from what I'm seeing," she muttered, while I watched the subtle changes in the atmosphere, the way people were loosening up, their eyes sparkling with anticipation for whatever came next.
Throughout dinner, everyone had eaten and drunk to their fill, listening to speeches that felt like nails on a chalkboard to me.
Speeches talking about the glorious end of the "Elvares," whom they had supposedly "slain," and how everything now belonged to them.
Praises for Damien, delivered with sickening reverence.
He didn’t seem fazed by most o
