Kiara's pov
As we descended the grand staircase, the hall was a sea of murmurs and whispers, the sound swelling like a tide as all eyes turned to us. I tried to keep my gaze steady, but it was impossible not to notice the aura of dominance that filled the room. These people are so full of grace.
The men were dressed in ancient, regal clothing that seemed to hum with an air of history, and the women were adorned in exquisite ball gowns that shimmered under the golden lights. The beauty of it all was mesmerizing.
Lucius held out his hand, a silent invitation I couldn't refuse. I placed my hand in his, and we stepped onto the dance floor as the music began a slow, haunting tune that was as foreign to me as everything else in this place.
