The air in the ballroom remained thick with whispers and speculation. The nobles who had gathered for a night of celebration were now left reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Some muttered amongst themselves, casting judgmental glances at Leona, while others stole wary looks at Lucian, who was still visibly recovering. A few guests, offended by the sheer audacity of Skye Drakonis' public confession, excused themselves, their disapproving gazes lingering as they departed.
Leona could feel the weight of their eyes on her, their scrutiny a mixture of curiosity, pity, and outright disdain. Aeliana leaned in closer and whispered, "They're talking about you, you know. Some think you led Skye on, others think you're a fool for refusing such a bold declaration." Kael scoffed, shaking his head. "As if that confession wasn't laced with ulterior motives. Skye never does anything without a reason."