The party was pretty much over after Annequin's arrival. The atmosphere that had once been full of laughter and music thinned into polite conversation and guarded glances.
Sure, the feast that followed was lavish, but the Fae ate out of politeness rather than appetite. By the time the last goblet was cleared, it was time for the princess to receive her blessing.
The double doors opened and a hush spread through the hall as the priestess stepped forward.
The priestess was an elder Fae, tall and reed-thin, her skin so pale and weathered by the years she's lived. Long ash-silver hair fell in a single braid down her back, and was threaded with bone charms and flowers.
Her eyes were milky and unfocused, yet when she looked at Violet, it felt as though she saw everything about her. And for someone who looked blind, she didn't need any help being assisted as she easily climbed the dais.
Queen Seraphira rose and inclined her head in respect with Violet following suit.
