Jessamyn felt a growing sense of dread as she tried to peer over the heads of the guests to see what had caused the commotion. The atmosphere in the hall had shifted so suddenly, from joyous celebration to something far more sinister, and it unnerved her.
Before she could catch a glimpse of what had sparked the chaos, the dancers were hastily escorted out of the hall by a group of stern-faced guards, their exit swift and deliberate.
"Jerrick, please tell me what's happening," she implored, her voice trembling with a mix of concern and determination.
Her eyes, usually so filled with warmth, had turned serious, searching his for answers. She needed to know, needed to understand what had suddenly cast a shadow over the evening.
