It was sunset.
The palace in Svetlana was alive again, burning with lights and music, preparing for yet another ball. But this time, it wasn't just the palace that was alive. It wasn't just the city of Svetlana buzzing with whispers and excitement. It was the whole of Zolotaria, even beyond its borders. Word had spread like wildfire.
They called them the grand duchess' balls. Extravagant. Shocking. Breathtaking. Each one was more dazzling than the last. People spoke about them in hushed voices as if speaking too loudly would make them lose their magic. Nobles argued and fought over invitations. Even those who weren't invited gathered outside the palace gates, just to feel close to the spectacle, to hear the faint echo of music, or to catch a glimpse of the lights shining through the tall windows.
