32: Draw Our Swords
The day's party had begun, though it wasn't the grand affair of the Grand Trine Festival. It was smaller, more intimate... more of a gathering for discussions between nobles and the ruler than a celebration. Candles flickered along the walls, soft music floated in the background, and the air smelled faintly of spiced wine and fresh flowers.
Olessia hadn't planned on attending. Her mind was already focused on tomorrow's partyz which was the final day of the festival, the one she needed to help organize.
The only reason Olessia had entered the hall was because of a bag. Grand Vizieress Rhiannon had asked her to carry it inside the hall, and Olessia hadn't thought twice.
