Jacob~
The grand hall thrummed like a living heart, every beat a swell of music, laughter, and the faint chime of crystal glasses. Warm golden light spilled from chandeliers overhead, spilling over polished marble floors, silk banners, and the proud, eager faces of guests who had come from realms near and far. The air itself was a layered tapestry—roses and champagne mingling with the faint burn of candle wax and the occasional drift of incense from the ceremonial braziers.
I stood at the far edge of the room, away from the main cluster of revelers, letting my gaze sweep over the scene. It was a habit—an instinct I'd honed over centuries. Gods watched the world. Always. Even during celebrations.
Natalie was having the time of her life.
