The grand hall of the Fulton hotel shimmered with lantern lights that were so bright, their glow reflected off the polished marble floor and jeweled collars of nobles gathered for the engagement of Gael Veythar. The air was thick with perfume, food, drink and the hum of whispered speculation. Sienna adjusted her seat at the four person lacquered table. She followed that up by adjusting her dress whose neck felt a little too stiff.
Every other second, she sent an envious gaze towards Mija, in her light pink silk dress, sitting elegantly to her left. On the right was the queen, bundled up in two furs, complaining of a chill. None the less, she was calm and regal as ever. Especially, when the cameras turned their way.
