Today The Grand Hall of Virelith gleamed like a frozen jewel—crystal chandeliers flickering like stars, polished marble floor. Nobles in embroidered silks and glittering jewels bowed and murmured like bees in a garden, I stood still at the top of the staircase, untouched by the festivities. My gaze narrowed. A woman no one introduced, yet she moved as if the palace were hers. Confident, composed, and too clever to be overlooked. I whispered to myself who is she?
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