This was my last night at the pack, and the night where all festivities reached their highest height.
The splendor was unlike anything from the days before. We were in the largest pack hall, located in the eastern wing of the king's palace, and it was a masterpiece of overwhelming taste.
Was this necessary to celebrate the goddess too? I wondered, looking around the hall for the umpteenth time.
The hall was too much in every possible way—tastefully furnished, yes, but perhaps excessively so.
Long chandeliers hung from the arched ceiling, dripping with hundreds of crystals that refracted the golden glow of enchanted lanterns.
Each wall was adorned with heavy drapes of deep crimson velvet embroidered with threads of silver that caught the light whenever anyone walked past.
