I stood on the balcony of the second floor of Duke Valerian von Hohenberg's residence—my family's grand, cold, and excessively large house for a beautiful woman like me. But today, the view was truly... astonishing.
The Duke's front yard was packed with people. I looked down, and there they were—hundreds of dancers from all corners gathered like colorful, uninvited blossoms. Some wore thin skirts, some carried fans, and I was quite sure someone in that corner was carrying... a broomstick?
I covered my gaping mouth in amazement. "Remarkable," I said softly, with almost genuine awe. "They actually came! I didn't expect this many... but, hmm, a broomstick? That wasn't on my list—But never mind, the important thing is they came."
