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~Elara's POV
Darlon pulled out my chair, his hands steady. "Sit," he said. I sat, smoothing my dress as best I could.
"You were incredible," he said softly.
I shook my head, still trying to calm my racing heart. "I was terrified," I admitted. "All those eyes… all that judgment."
"I'm proud of you, my love."
I let out a small laugh. "Thank you."
Servers brought out the first course of the meal, the aroma rich and inviting. I took a bite, feeling the tension ease slightly. Conversation at the table flowed, polite, formal, but with undercurrents of curiosity. I nodded and smiled, letting the room's flow wash over me, but my thoughts kept returning to Darlon, the quiet strength beside me, the pride in his eyes.
"You should eat," I said finally. "You've been observing everyone, barely touched your food."
"I'm fine," he said, though I caught the small smile. "Just watching, learning."
"You're always watching," I muttered. "Even when it's supposed to be a celebration."
