Chapter 16

The grand ballroom of Velthorne Keep never ceased to amaze me. Chandeliers are dripping with golden light, illuminating the silks and jewels of the nobility who moved through the space like predators in a gilded cage. The scent of honeyed wine, wax, and perfumed oils clung to the air, mingling with the faint metallic bite of polished silver and armor.

I stood near the edge of the room, my fingers curled lightly around the stem of a goblet filled with wine I had no intention of drinking. The weight of my crimson sash was heavy on my shoulders, a reminder that though I was dressed in Praylor's colors, I had not been entirely swallowed by them. The fabric itched at my skin—a small, persistent discomfort that mirrored the scrutiny pressing down on me.

Tonight, the court was watching. Testing. Again.