In auditorium the vent held, the space was filled with sweet melodious sound from classical music. The music was in the motion echoing thorough the palace, sweet and easy voice tone. The voices from music vocalist resonated like soft breath, a gentle tune that filled the auditorium. Up above Abraham head, the chandeliers that brimmed like sun inside the hall, those were carved from pure gold shining the marble floors as it's Golden carpet. Golden view before him is astounding, a noble family's banquet.
And from the staircase descended Jennifer Valence.
The hall stilled.
The dress she wore was not of fabric, but of fantasy. It was liquid gold molded into grace. The dress featured a strapless upper part, curved a perfect heart shape, which sparkled with fine metalwork and needlework. Patterns of gold extended up the dress's upper portion giving the illusion that the silk is glowing lives, each thread captured the chandeliers' gleam and returned the light as if mirroring the the moon .
Starting From her slender waist, the gorgeous golden dress flowed down in elegant color shades of pale gold layered like aged champagne translucent silk, which proposing a marvelous look.. Its edges caught the faintest light and fractured it into a thousand little suns. And when she moved, her train rippled behind her like a divine echo, scattering trails of faint gold dust — beauty immortalized in motion.
light from those golden chandeliers made her braided golden hair more shine in presence of light. She moved with her every step giving the impression and adjusting the attitude of high noble family, yet gentle enough to soften the hearts of god. The impression she posses and the grace and kindness in her face that could easily move anyone.
Abraham gaze fixed on Jennifer, other people around her felt like paused for brief moment he shook his head to get back to sense, his facial expression is thoughtful with something serious rather than impressed by the beauty of Jennifer.
She really does look like a princess from those forgotten kingdoms.
Jennifer's lips curved. "I know you would come, how can someone refuse my Invitation" she said softly, voice barely audible under the music volume.
"Yes, Indeed who can refuse the Great Jennifer Valence" Abraham replied, in a teasing tone a smile also shown his face.
Before Jennifer could respond, a shadow loomed — tall, broad, and commanding.
A man of presence. His hair — the same golden shade as Jennifer's — combed neatly, his thick mustache polished to perfection. His noble attire carried the scent of power and seasoned charisma. A golden rounded monocle rested upon in his right eye, glinting with restrained intellect and wisdom.
Jonathan Valence — The head of Second Gen Valence family, The Murrchel academy is in his control as he's in Sect bow authority.
"If it isn't the very person who saved my life(Jennifer)" he said with overflowing warmth and a charming smile. "Thank you! Thank you for everything, Sergis!, you saved me ,she's my everything. I will be on your debt for lifelong"
Abraham blinked. "...Sergis?"
Jennifer's mouth twitched. "Father," she hissed under her breath, pinching him lightly by the coat. "That's not his name."
"Oh! My bad, my bad!" Jonathan laughed boisterously. "Names Never been my strength. But strength — yes, that I recognize. You, young man, faced the Herculis cult and returned alive. That alone deserves my respect."
He looked Abraham over, eyes narrowing — not critically, but analytically. The weight or simple the released of mana in his constant stare, as if he were scaling something more than flesh or measuring the very inside his soulcore.
Jennifer sighed. "Ignore that look. Father has this… hobby. He thinks he can 'scale' people's power just by observing them."
Jonathan smiled proudly. "A rare gift! I've even written a book on it — 'The 99 Strongest Humans in History'. Fourth best-seller in the empire!"
Abraham almost laughed. "Impressive. Did you make the list yourself?"
Jonathan straightened. "I may or may not be number eighty-two. Historical bias, you know."
Jennifer covered her face. "Father, please stop embarrassing yourself."
Their exchange drew polite laughter from nearby nobles, and even Abraham's lips curved faintly. For a moment, the air was light — alive with gentle warmth instead of politics.
But soon the music shifted.
The grand conductor raised his baton, and a deep, rhythmic melody flooded the hall. Couples began pairing up, gliding onto the marble floor in a swirl of color and grace. It was the opening of the Imperial Waltz — a dance known to test both etiquette and soul.
Abraham stood silently beside Jennifer.
She lowered her gaze. "Sorry, but doctor said I shouldn't do more than walk" she whispered. "My leg you see it's still hurts… even if I walk for long"
He nodded. "You should rest"
Jennifer smiled faintly — but her eyes, luminous beneath the chandelier, carried something unspoken. The thing is she wants to dance, Or she wants to dance with Abraham.
And then —
A figure stepped into the circle of light.
She was stunning — silver hair cascading like frozen moonlight, eyes the deep violet of night's edge. Her gown was a symphony of crimson and roses — silk petals layered upon silk petals, blooming as she moved. A single blood-red rose rested in her hair, a stark, haunting beauty against that silver gleam.
The crowd murmured "Isn't she".
Even Jonathan's monocle gleamed brighter.
The silver-haired girl stopped before Abraham. Her lips parted — calm, regal, yet daring.
Her hand extended.
"I, Vanessa Flower, If Lady Jennifer is not in good health. May I ? "
Her voice carried through the hall — soft, but every syllable commanded attention.
Jennifer froze, shock flickering across her golden features.
Abraham turned, meeting Jennifer's eyes for a long heartbeat — the unspoken words heavy between them.
He thought for a moment 'The attention crowd pouring into this silver haired girl or princess is to attention seeking. Asking as if ordering she do possessed a vivid aura rounding around her, I don't think there anything good will come if I refuse'.
Then he turned back, and — without hesitation — took the silver-haired girl's hand.
The music swelled.
The crowd parted as they stepped onto the floor, light and shadow tangling beneath their feet.
From the corner of the hall, Jennifer bit her lip, cheeks puffed in an unmistakable pout. Across from her, Maria sipped her drink with an equally stormy blush, pretending not to watch.
As this two start to dance, chandeliers trembled, The crowd eyes fixed in Abraham and Vanessa fluent dance steps. And the wind inside the auditorium shifted — gold, silver, and rose light colliding.