It was finally the day of the Winter Ball.
The evening sky above Camelot was painted in shades of gold and soft blue, the air a bit chilly with the promise of snow.
Noah stood before his mirror one last time, adjusting the cufflinks Nigel had given him.
The dark attire, with the black tailcoat, the waistcoat, and the white shirt beneath, fit him perfectly.
The cape hung over his shoulders, giving him an aura that was both regal and dangerous.
With a final nod at the reflection before him, he left the room.
When he stepped out of his dorm building, the palace carriage was already waiting in the courtyard.
Its silver crest gleamed in the light, and beside it stood Professor Cecilia, her long coat fluttering in the breeze. She turned as she heard his footsteps and smiled softly.
"You clean up well," she said, a faint note of pride in her voice. "Nigel's done a fine job."
"Thanks," Noah replied, offering a small smile.
