The atmosphere in the grand ballroom was so thick it felt chewable, packed with imported perfume, fancy candle wax, and the unmistakable smell of rich people stressing themselves into an early grave. A large space had conveniently opened around the high-profile gathering near the refreshment tables, while the surrounding nobles watched from a safe distance like spectators waiting for reality TV drama to kick off.
"Greetings, Prince Gillian, Princess Iryna," Philia murmured, his velvety voice easily cutting through the distant hum of the orchestra. "I trust the Capital's hospitality has not been too overwhelming for our esteemed guests from Solaric?"
He straightened up slowly, a serene, blindingly radiant smile settling onto his flawless features. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the siblings. "Are you enjoying the party, Your Highnesses?"
