Hours
Literal hours had passed.
Yet the Imperial Ball showed no sign of ending. Everyone still seemed to be in high spirits, whether through medication or magic. It was already nearing midnight, and Evelina still had not made her move.
The wait had gone on long enough that Cael had exhausted even the energy he'd spent trying to raise his own value. Now he sat in a corner with his legs crossed, quietly eating.
'These people are beasts...'
Cael stared in disbelief as the guests continued talking as if the night had only just begun, still forming alliances, still dancing, still smiling. To him, it was all painfully dull.
And while long parties were nothing new to him, those had always been exceptions, times when he was on the job. Right now, he had no goal. The only directive Evelina had given him was to have fun and make himself popular.
And that wasn't exactly an easy task. Sure, he could pretend. But he found no point in doing something like that.
