The tall golden doors at the far end of the ballroom opened slowly, and the sound of music softened as if it paused in respect, and every conversation fell silent.
Even the butterflies circling the chandeliers seemed to hover midair, glowing softly as if to pay respect.
Everyone rose to their feet.
I stood too, smoothing the folds of my gown as I turned toward the entrance.
The King of Fae stepped into the ballroom, followed by two guards but he walked several paces ahead of them, his long white and golden robe trailing behind him gracefully. His hair was a shining silver, almost the color of the moon, and a thin golden crown circled his head, resting just above his brow.
His presence was commanding enough to hold the attention of the room.
His gaze swept across the ballroom slowly, pausing on some of the nobles, before drifting forward again. When his eyes met mine, they held for a second longer than they did with the others.
