He's Yours For The Night

Sevastian stood in the corner, his patience waning as he waited for Rohan to return from his discussion with their father. It had been a few minutes, yet there was no sign of him. Surrounded by faes, he felt their eyes on him—some curious, others brimming with disgust—but he paid them no mind.

Lyra had gone to fetch them a glass of juice, but she seemed to have vanished in the process. Sevastian couldn't decide whether he was annoyed or relieved. He wasn't in the mood to entertain anyone, much less strike up conversation. All he wanted was to retire to his chambers and leave the ballroom behind.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lyra moving through the crowd with two glasses in hand. "Forgive me," she began, her tone sharp with annoyance as she approached. "I was held up by a marriage prospect who thinks I care about his love for plants," she scoffed, shaking her head.