With the go-ahead from Ethan, the ball officially started. Dancers and musicians played songs of ancient times, beautiful, serene songs fit for balls, not the new kind with pop and funk. The kind to make even a dragon's scale crack from sound waves.
The music they played was soft, lightening a bit of the tension in the place.
People stared at Ethan and his family, who were seated high up, looking at them dance and socialize. Some were a bit uncomfortable, others nonchalant. But the dragons, known for their pride, were really pissed and were barely holding themself back. Ethan, of course, saw this and just smiled.
He knew exactly why they were in Anbord, because he never sent an invitation. He knew that the Dragon Emperor felt his position as the strongest being in Debranlith threatened by him, and so he was planning a war. He knew that Amara was sent here to spy on him and, if possible, assassinate him, but she came to find love instead.
