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The winter ball was not truly a celebration.
It was a risk.
Snow drifted against stained glass windows while chandeliers burned bright enough to mimic warmth. Nobles from both kingdoms filled the hall—careful smiles, sharper whispers.
At the far end of the room sat King Alistair of Valoria and King Cedric of Eryndale.
Once inseparable.
Now divided by years of silence and one unforgiven accusation.
No one spoke openly of what had happened.
Only that after the failed trade treaty fifteen years ago, trust collapsed. Each king believed the other had broken faith first.
Neither ever apologized.
Neither ever yielded.
And so the sons inherited distance they had not created.
Prince Caelan stood still as a blade at the top of the marble steps. His uniform of sapphire silk was embroidered with silver constellations—Valoria’s crest.
Across the ballroom stood Prince Lucien.
Emerald velvet. Gold-threaded trim. Eryndale’s rising stag at his shoulder.
Neither had taken a partner.
Neither had been permitted to.
It was intentional.
A silent arrangement between two stubborn men who did not know how to speak to each other anymore.
If they could not bridge the gap—
Perhaps their sons could.