The last feast had been celebrated in the vast gardens with the burning bodies in the center as if it was fire keeping them warm.
Groups of nobles were standing all around it, dancing to the soft music of the orchestra. If any of them felt the fear, they did not show it on their faces as their body slowly swayed.
The marquees family was in the corner with Vincent and his father while Aurelia sat with the prince on another table. Elene and Diana were talking to other ladies.
"He did not even let us meet her." Vincent growled as he picked up the glass to take a sip of his drink, "and now Aurelia is following her path. Why could the girls not see it?" The bitter taste burned his mouth and all his insides yet he took another sip of the strong scotch. It tasted like ashes and smoke when he looked at his sister again but oddly, his gaze stilled on Elowen who was dancing with the second prince.
