The Lord Of Havethrone

grand mansion of the esteemed lord. As Evie stood in awe before the towering edifice, its stately stature exuding glory, trailing blooms of dark roses adorned its corners. With measured gait, she app

oul met her own gray orbs, causing an involun

e, might I inquire about your invitation?" The butler's voic

d the colossal doors, summoning a maid to escort her to the festivity. "May you revel in the splendid festivities, milady," intoned the butler, his posture acquiescing to a parting bow. A blush tinged Evie's cheeks

s, bespeaking a lineage of esteemed stature. Upon arriving at the ornate doors heralding the threshold of the festivity, the maid paused, her head bowed respec

ed Evie appreciatively, as the maid extended a guiding hand, ushering her into the alluring realm of the grand celebration. Evie's eyes widened in astonishment upon entering the revelry, finding herself instantly transported to a realm where a gathering of this magnitude would eclipse the comb

. Amongst the human contingent, there were others of fantastical nuances, manifesting eye colors ranging from shades of reddish warmth, to o

essels filled with an assortment of drinks, each tinted in a kaleidoscope of hues. Evie, desiring naught but simplicity, opted for a glass of water, cautiously avoiding those that resembled the lifeblood coursing t

g a sense of indescribable allure. As she ventured nearer to where the gallery culminated, a vacant space loomed, finally revealing itself as a sublime balcony. From this lofty vantage point, Evie gazed upon the velvet blanket of night, cloaked in impenetrable darkness. Stars were

echoed through the ether, playfully teasing, "Seems the