The Great Hall of the Royal Palace was a masterpiece of intimidation.Elira stood at the threshold, her hand on Kael’s arm, and felt the weight of a thousand eyes. The room was a sea of silk, jewels, and masks—the night’s theme, “A Symphony of Stars,” demanded opulent disguise. Silver filigree, feathers, and velvet obscured faces, but not intentions. The air thrummed with whispered politics and the cloying scent of night-blooming jasmine, a perfume that did nothing to mask the sharper scent of fear and ambition.At the far end, on a dais under a canopy of sapphire silk, sat the King. He looked older than Elira remembered, his kindness etched with new lines of weariness, but his eyes lit when they landed on Kael. Beside him, the Queen was a statue of frost, her smile carved from ice. And to her right, stan
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