As the jealous nobles began to filter away, the band began to play some of the most blissful music Eliron had ever heard.
As it was the final dance of the night, it had to be the most grand.
All the lights shut off, and then up above them, some lamps that had earlier looked like decorations, floated down from the room, hovering just a few feet above the crowd.
When they lit up, their crystal lights filling the hall—it was as though the space had been transformed.
♬♪♬♪
Eliron took this moment to bow slightly, a smirk on his face as he offered Artie his hand. "May I have this dance, my lady?"
Artie took his hand, mirroring his smile. "Of course you can."
As everyone and their partners took to the stage, the tone of the music shifted. The lights were rotating, creating beautiful patterns of light all over the floor.
Eliorn held Artie's hand in his right hand, and his left hand rested on her waist, while hers was placed on his shoulders.
