The grand hall was alive with opulence. Chandeliers dripping with crystals illuminated the vast space, casting a golden glow over the finely dressed nobles. Conversations and laughter mingled with the lilting notes of the string quartet playing in the corner. Eleanor felt suffocated by the weight of the court's collective gaze. No matter where she turned, whispers trailed her like shadows.
The evening was meant to celebrate another of Adrian's successes—this time, a key trade agreement that strengthened alliances between neighboring kingdoms. Eleanor had taken her place at a table far enough from the prince to avoid undue scrutiny, but close enough to feel the dagger-like stares of those who resented her presence.
