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Chapter 197: The Dance of Nobles

Chapter 197: The Dance of Nobles

The Dance of Nobles

Golden twilight drenched Moonspire in a honeyed light, and as the sun dipped closer to the horizon, the city changed into a stunning display of light and promise.

From the loftiest balconies to the lowliest courtyards, Moonspire glimmered with revelry. Silk banners of moon-silver and royal blue billowed like breathless secrets in the wind, their hues flashing with each elegant movement. White lilies—Moonspire’s sacred royal flower—curled in sweet garlands around archways, balconies, and wrought gates. Crystals floated above the cobblestone pathways, spinning gently, scattering shimmers of rainbow upon marble and silk. The whole city pulsed with life—buzzing with energy, scented with rose and spice, and shrouded in a promise that tonight would be remembered.

But all attention was focused on the Outer Palace, on a single courtyard situated between the imposing entry gate and the Core Palace’s intimidating arch—open space that tonight had become the focus of nobility’s expectation.

Situated between two stately wings lined with marble columns, the courtyard had been turned into something out of myth. Slim silver trees stood along its borders; their limbs were draped with golden lanterns, which glowed like stardust trapped in glass. The gentle, singing strumming of harps played across the air—no players were visible—bilingual from magic itself. Lavender and violets scented the wind, and the lightest hum of enchantment thrummed through stones beneath each noble’s step.

Nobles strode across the space in elegant groups—men in rich indigo cloaks edged with silver, women shrouded in flowing silks and gemstone-encrusted gowns. Laughter floated through the courtyard, light and delicate, each note carefully calibrated. But beneath the finery there was a tension, an unspoken breath held back in anticipation. It was excitement, beyond question—but it was also the sense of standing on the brink of history.

The air itself vibrated with anticipation, intertwined with the heady aroma of rose, spice, and promise.

At the center of this wondrous assembly lay the grand banquet courtyard—a vacant space spacious enough to accommodate half the Moonstone nobility. The ground they stood on was paved in interconnecting moonstone slabs, their ethereal light reflected from floating lanterns. The banks were fringed with flowering trees, their trunks bound in silky ribbons, their branches laden with flowers and floating crystals that shimmered softly with light, like suspended stars half-way in breath.

In the center of the courtyard, against the radiant background of the palace’s golden facade, stood the ceremonial platform—constructed not only for presentation, but for tonight’s moment in history.

A raised marble dais ruled the center of the picture, surrounded by silver balustrades shining in the twin moons’ light. Ten broad steps ascended, hewn from unbroken white stone, beside twin fountains whose sprays of fragrant mist arced over the air in a dreamlike veil. Between them, purple flames burned in tall torch braziers, sending ethereal shadows dancing upon noble faces.

At the apex, two thrones sat as mute guardians. Rendered of aged wood and encrusted with gold and sapphire, they glowed under velvet drapes. One featured the face of a crescent moon, serene and kingly; the other, a phoenix in mid-air—its wings drawn in sweeping curves of flame and liberty. Unoccupied though they were, they seemed heavy and present, their very immobility commanding respect. These were the thrones of Moonstone’s King and Queen—holy, sovereign, and unapproachable.

Directly beneath, two steps removed and set with purposeful care, were three lesser thrones. Small as they were, they were no less majestic. They were made of velvet cushions with silver embroidery, and their backs held the seal of the Crescent Moon—proud, long-lasting. These were not royal thrones, but thrones of power nonetheless—reserved for Moonstone’s Dukes and Duchesses, second only to the crown. And tonight, they too waited... silent, shining, and empty—but not for long.

The open courtyard in front of the stage was alight with a sea of nobles. Lords and ladies, resplendent in embroidered silks, layered velvets, and bejewelled trappings, mingled with polite laughter and chosen words. Their words rose and fell like music, mixed with the soft clinking of crystal glasses of wine.

Women moved across marble in cascading gowns of silk and chiffon and lace imbued with enchantment—each gown a breath of magic and opulence. Laughter rang out like wind chimes, practiced and refined, sharpened through years of courtly maneuvering. Every smile was purposeful. Every look, calculation.

Servants threaded between the throng with elegant care, dressed in dark blue tunics and gowns, the silver-embroidered crest of the Crescent Moon shining on their chests and backs. Drifting trays—held by discreet levitation charms—glided along beside them, presenting delicacies too lovely to resist: small flutes of moonfruit wine that glowed like twilight, starleaf pastries wrapped in golden-dusted folds, and petalsweet dumplings that twinkled feebly in the dying light.

Whispers crackled around the assembly like fire on parchment:

"The Duchess Nova will be present."

"True, is it not, that the princess comes of age this eve?"

"Will Duke Edric ever come out of his tower?"

"They say the Sleeping Lion roams this night. has Duke Leon actually accepted the King’s invitation?"

The names generated excitement and fear in equal measure, generating new tension among the silk-dressed crowd.

In the midst of courteous talk and political intrigue, another sort of dance was underway beneath starlight chandeliers—a one of discreet seduction. A young lord with sun-colored curls leaned close to a lady in twilight-blue silk, his words lost behind a rogue’s grin and the edge of his wine glass.

"You shame the moon tonight, my lady," he whispered, voice honey-sweetened.

"Then forgive me, moon," she said, not quite gazing at him—yet not quite avoiding him either.

Somewhere else, a plumpish viscount chuckled a bit too heartily at the witty riposte of a violet-clad baroness, his ringed hand wandering across hers in the guise of reaching for a pastry. She didn’t move away—but her icy daggers of eyes warned him not to push his luck.

Gossip and lust danced together in the air—sweet and heady and full of concealed thorns.

There was a buzz of tension beneath the laughter even in their conversation. Despite being shrouded in ceremony and hymn, tonight’s gathering was no ordinary celebration. Below the glittering finery and smiling masks, the real power game secretly simmered —it was a game of politics masquerading in silk and gold. Each step, each smile, each look shared under the chandeliers had meaning. Alliances would be forged tonight—some in murmurs, some in vino—to the sound of muted melodies and harsher designs. Eyes observed everything: who arrived, who hung around, and above all, where they stood.

At that moment, as the musicians closest to the stage strummed a gentle, refined prelude, a herald’s voice pierced the air of twilight, crisp and authoritative:

"Ladies and gentlemen of Moonspire—look up and hold your breath, hold your hearts...

For the Lord of the Starlight Duchy.

The illustrious tactician and the great diplomat—Duke Edric Starlight—separates into the banquet!"

The courtyard froze like glass hit with unexpected frost.

Laughter dried up. Speech was caught halfway. Even a nobleman halfway through his toast slowly set down his goblet, gaze fixed on the door. The petals wafting so carelessly from the silver blossom trees hesitated in mid-air, as though the universe itself stood still.

Through the ornate palace doorway—past the archway of carved marble and threaded with filaments of crystal light—rang the measured tread of polished boots upon stone.

Duke Edric Starlight was coming.

And so suddenly, the actual start of the banquet had come—not with a trumpet, but with footsteps.

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