Eon sat slightly to the side, dressed neatly, her expression calm, her posture composed, her Hourglass hidden beneath her cloak. She looked uninterested in the feast, uninterested in the nobles, uninterested in the political theater unfolding around her.
But the nobles were very interested in her.
She was House Garcia's daughter.
She was the twin of the groom.
And she was infamous.
Not for failure.
But for being powerful enough that even her failures became stories.
That was why whispers followed her, and why curious gazes kept drifting toward her, like moths circling a flame they weren't sure was safe.
And then Prince Loholt approached.
The crown prince of Camelot.
