Kento stood before the entrance of the Starlight Court, its crystal spires glittering like a beacon against the dark, eternal night sky. The place had always been a symbol of prestige, and tonight it housed the annual Moonshadow Gala, where all the noble families mingled, whispered secrets, and made alliances. Kento took a deep breath, adjusting the collar of his tailored suit, one designed to fit in with the opulence surrounding him.
Beside him, Talita straightened her dress, a deep emerald gown that shimmered with every step. Her auburn hair was pinned up, framing her sharp features, which were softened only by the faintest smile she reserved for her brother. She looked every bit the noble mage she was, but Kento knew her well enough to see the simmering annoyance just below the surface.
