The Grand Hall of the Royal Sun Sanctum had been transformed into something out of a dream. Golden chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, their crystals catching the light and scattering it across the room in dancing patterns.
Silk banners in deep crimson and gold draped from the walls, commemorating the end of the Blood Moon Festival. Tables laden with food and drink lined the perimeter, and in the center, a massive dance floor gleamed like polished glass.
Nobles from every court filled the space—wolf beasts in elegant furs, bird beasts with feathers woven into their hair, cat beasts prowling with predatory grace. The air buzzed with conversation and laughter, the clink of glasses, the rustle of expensive fabrics.
Wish stood at the entrance to the hall, her heart hammering in her chest.
