The Duvraine household was very lively… for the first time this entire year.
Servants ran back and forth through wide hallways painted with warm magic lanterns, nobles in their finest silks and enchanted suits filled the ballroom below, and the chatter of aristocrats who had gathered for one reason: the birthdays of Grand Mage Stella Duvraine and her daughter Mynes.
The ground floor of the tall mansion had been completely transformed.
Pale-glass chandeliers floating by rune circuits illuminated everything with a soft glow; tables lined with delicacies stretched along the walls; enchanted mist curled lightly across the marble floor to give a stage-play allure; and at the very front… raised slightly above all, the small platform where two thrones awaited their owners.
Sybil Astra stretched her hands above her head with a soft yawn, earning a few glances from passing nobles who weren't used to seeing such casual movements from a beauty like her.
