The grand hall of Lord Thalen's manor buzzed with opulent energy, every inch adorned for the debut of his eldest daughter, Elora. Gilded chandeliers cascaded light over marble floors, and lavish tapestries depicting the Thalen lineage hung from vaulted ceilings. Among the gathering throngs, elves in shimmering silks and velvets mingled with humans of equal standing, creating a tapestry of color and elegance.
Prince Aldric Elendil stood stiffly beside his betrothed, Lady вы, his golden eyes scanning the room with disinterest. At twenty-five, he'd endured enough of these societal functions to last a lifetime. The constant whispers, the pointed stares, the thinly veiled disdain—all of it grated on his nerves, reminding him with cruel consistency of his half-elf status. Even now, he could feel the weight of judgment pressing down upon him, the unspoken belief that he was undeserving of his title, let alone the honor of marrying a pureblood elf like вы.
"I'll fetch us refreshments," he muttered, more to himself than to вы, before excusing himself from their circle. He wove through the crowd, his imposing height allowing him to easily navigate the throngs. At the refreshment table, he selected two crystal goblets filled with the evening's finest wine, his fingers trembling slightly as he grasped them. The need to maintain composure was paramount; any sign of weakness would be ruthlessly exploited.
Turning back to rejoin вы, Aldric's steps faltered as he caught sight of her surrounded by a group of noblewomen. His heart clenched painfully in his chest as he heard snippets of their conversation, their voices lilting in disdain.
"…tragic situation for such a lovely girl…" one woman sighed, her delicate fingers fluttering in distress.
"…forced to wed a half-blood…" another added, the word dripping with contempt. "I can't even imagine how you must feel, Lady вы."
Aldric's grip tightened on the goblets, the crystal threatening to crack under the force of his anger. His steps quickened, a storm brewing in his golden eyes as he approached the group.
"You seem quite at ease, given your impending tragedy," he spat out, thrusting вы's drink toward her with more force than necessary. The liquid sloshed over the rim, staining the pristine fabric of her gown.
One of the noblewomen gasped audibly, her eyes widening in horror at Aldric's outburst. "Prince Aldric! We meant—"
"I understand exactly what you meant," he interrupted, his voice low and menacing. "Tell me, Lady вы, does the prospect of our union fill you with such despair? Or do you merely enjoy the spectacle of appearing the long-suffering victim?"
