A Court of Thread and Blades

Chapter 2

The grand hall bathed in a warm, golden glow, casting elegant shadows that danced alongside the shimmering attire of the court's attendees. Emberlyn had settled herself near the banquet table, quietly observing the graceful movements of the dancers. The gathering boasted a diverse array of guests, from esteemed Fae nobles to visitors from distant cities. While Emberlyn harboured a mild distaste for dancing, she bathed in the vibrant energy of these soirées. With the summer solstice approaching, she eagerly anticipated creating new dresses for the occasion as many in the palace were well aware of her 'hobby'. Cresseida often joined her for lively conversations as Emberlyn worked, and despite the offers of payment for her craftsmanship, she viewed her creations as a pastime rather than a means of income. Lost in contemplation, she was pleasantly surprised as Tarquin, exuding nothing but composed sophistication, made his way toward her. His hair glimmered in the ambient light, and his attire, adorned with delicate golden accents against a rich navy backdrop, spoke of his refined taste. Emberlyn admired Tarquin's demeanour, knowing well the weight of responsibility he bore, particularly with the impending Night Court visit. She silently wished for his ability to maintain grace under pressure for herself, a sentiment shared by many in attendance who sought a halt from business at the party.

"You look charming, Emberlyn; that dress is spectacular." Tarquin's approach was casual as he gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze and offered a warm smile.

"Not so bad yourself, Tarquin," she replied, returning his smile. "Though I have yet to see you set an example for all the guests and approach the dance floor. Any specific maiden you are waiting for?" Emberlyn teased, noting the hint of confusion in his eyes.

"No maiden tonight, however, I would be happy to guide you to the floor if that is what you are asking, Emmy," he replied with a playful smirk, indicating a game was afoot. She responded with a playful flutter of her eyelashes, allowing her gaze to shine through like icicles, while displaying a blush.

"What an honour, my lord," she cooed in a sweet voice soft as honey. "But I sadly must decline." This earned her an eye roll from Tarquin followed by a hearty chuckle.

"You females are so complicated," he remarked, which only made her laugh more as she theatrically took a bow.

"I try, my lord," she quipped as Tarquin walked off to mingle with other guests, leaving her standing at the edge of the bustling hall. Her attention was drawn to a younger female twirling with Soren on the dance floor. The girl, small and spirited with white hair flowing behind her, wore a wide grin as Soren deftly led her through the steps. Despite the lively scene, a glance at Soren's expression told Emberlyn all she needed to know about his inner turmoil.

Soren was undeniably attractive—a blend of grace, strength, and handsome features. However, the scowl he gave me over the girl's shoulder would be rough for the entirety of Prythian to feel his agony. Emberlyn couldn't help but smirk as she leaned against the wall, arms folded.

A few minutes later, the lively melody of the instruments came to a halt, signalling the end of the song. Soren strode towards her, and before she could utter a word, he grunted in frustration.

"Not a word," Soren huffed as he approached, but Emberlyn simply smiled and disregarded his request.

"I suppose she didn't capture your heart, did she?" she remarked casually, gesturing towards the young girl who had now positioned herself on the opposite side of the room, her gaze fixed on Soren. Emberlyn couldn't blame the girl for her admiration; she enjoyed Soren's company. His distinctive appearance—ginger hair and light eyes—set him apart in the Summer Court, a testament to his mixed heritage from the Autumn and Summer courts.

As the girl's glare met Emberlyn's eyes, she couldn't help but inwardly chuckle. When will they learn there's no competition here? It wasn't the first time she had received such glares for being near Soren, but by now, she scarcely cared. She found a certain enjoyment in it.