It was the kind of place that made you feel poor just by looking at it.
Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings painted with scenes of ancient victories. Marble columns lined the entrance hall, each one carved with patterns that probably took some poor artisan years to complete. The floors gleamed so brightly Aegis could see her reflection in them.
And everywhere—everywhere—there were nobles.
They clustered in groups, laughing too loudly at jokes that weren't funny, showing off jewelry that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime. Servants in crisp uniforms wove between them carrying trays of wine and tiny appetizers that looked like art projects.
Aegis stepped through the main entrance with Serilla on her arm.
