The air was thick with perfume and the faint tang of spiced wine, each conversation blending into a soft, constant hum. Laughter flared in pockets, followed by the clink of glasses. Somewhere in the corner, a musician strummed a gentle tune, his notes almost lost in the sea of voices
It was supposed to be a child's birthday party, but after they gave their gifts, all the attention on the third prince disappeared. Now they were more focused on talking to each other, and most of their topics revolved around the young heir of the north, Lucen Thornehart.
Of course, the Third Prince did not mind. Elion did not like to be the center of attention. Every time he gets some attention, his other siblings look at him weirdly.
Except for his second sister and his mother, his other family members do not feel like they were his family.
