The fire circle had been dressed for a coronation.Vivienne observed this from the upper east wing terrace as the estate staff Silver Moon wolves on enforced labor detail, their movements and the mechanical efficiency of people who had learned not to slow down arranged the ceremonial elements under Isla's personal supervision. Torches in iron stakes around the circle's perimeter. A raised dais of pale stone, quarried from somewhere that wasn't Silver Moon territory, imported presumably for the specific aesthetic of this night. Silver banners hanging between the torch-stakes, the fabric catching the late afternoon light in a way that was clearly calculated to suggest something ancient and inevitable.Isla knew how to compose a visual argument.Vivienne had to give her that.She stood with her forearms on the terrace railing and her expression in its usual configuration watchful but dim, the lights kept low behind the eyes and tracked the ceremony preparations with the part of her mind
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