The ballroom went silent.
Dean Whitmore stepped onto the raised platform, his ceremonial robes somehow making him look even more pompous than usual. Beside him, Headmistress Valdris commanded attention silently in blue silk.
"Esteemed guests," Whitmore's voice boomed through magical amplification. "Welcome to Rosevale Academy's Annual Autumn Gala!"
Polite applause rippled through the crowd. Aegis clapped mechanically, her mind racing.
[Two hours. Probably less. Need to figure out who wants Talia dead without looking suspicious.]
"This evening celebrates excellence," Valdris took over smoothly. "Our students have proven themselves worthy of Rosevale's legacy. Tonight, we forge the connections that will shape Valdria's future."
[Yeah, someone's definitely trying to shape the future by murdering the crown princess.]
"Let the gala begin!" Whitmore raised his glass.
The orchestra struck up a waltz. Couples moved onto the dance floor. Aegis needed to—
