Chapter fifty one Christmas Ball

The day was here finally, the Christmas ball—the day for the takeover.

The grand ballroom of Azurethra Castle shimmered beneath the glow of a thousand lights.The scent of pine, beeswax candles, and mulled wine filled the air, blending with the soft strains of violin music that drifted above the hushed murmurs of the crowd.

Tonight, the royal Christmas masked ball was in full splendor, it was a tradition older than has been in place for years passed down from generations to generations.

Nobles from every corner of Azurethra had gathered, faces obscured behind elegant masks of ivory, emerald, and sapphire.

The ladies were cloaked in silks, brocades, and velvets, their different scents mingling in the air.

This Christmas ball was going to be different this time and only few knew of the catastrophy that was about to occur. Tonight, the fate of the kingdom hung in delicate balance.