Chapter 101- Dance [1]
The couples began to disperse, some heading toward the refreshment tables, others lingering at the floor's edge in anticipation of the next set.
Then Duke Rithvale stepped forward onto the marble dais and raised his crystal goblet high above the crowd.
Every conversation died mid-sentence. Heads turned toward the platform where the Duke stood, his presence commanding absolute attention.
"On this most delightful day," his voice resonated through the vast space, "we celebrate not only my beloved daughter's birthday, but also the strengthening of bonds between noble houses."
Verelia remained perfectly still at her table beside her mother, though her fingers tightened imperceptibly on the stem of her goblet.
The Duke paused deliberately, his gaze moving over the assembled nobles like a hawk surveying prey. Then his eyes settled, unmistakably, on where Alaric stood.
The Duke's lips curved into a smile.
