With a buoyant heart and a faint, sugary thrill, Rania left the Guest Reception Annex, her thoughts too full of Mr. Chance to wonder further about Quentin‘s hurried departure.
***
Meanwhile, deep within the Hall of infinity, the air carried a very different charge.
Black-jade floors, white-jade pillars, and a domed ceiling studded with night-luminous pearls cast a cold glow across the vast chamber.
On a broad throne carved from a single slab of star-iron sat Julian, garbed in a purple-gold dragon robe and jade crown, his steady gaze alight with restrained power.
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