The grand ballroom of the Skivarion estate was a sight to behold, a glittering expanse of opulence and refinement.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden light over the assembled guests.
The walls were adorned with rich tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the beauty and grandeur of the occasion.
Noblemen and women, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and chatted, the air filled with the soft hum of conversation and the melodious strains of a string quartet.
Eiravyne stood at the top of the grand staircase, her heart pounding in her chest.
She felt a momentary pang of panic as she took in the scene below. This was her first introduction to society, and she was terrified of making a misstep.
Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the banister, trying to steady herself.
Suddenly, Ilkar appeared and he went so close to her.
