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The chandeliers blazed above, laughter and music colliding in a thousand bright notes, but my gaze had already drifted from the dancers, from the jeweled gowns and painted masks. In the far corner of the ballroom, apart from it all, she knelt. Jade Viremont, untouched by the pageantry, her pale hair falling like silk as she bent over a low marble sill.
I stepped closer, unnoticed, and saw what had caught her attention: a caterpillar inching across the stone, green and soft, so small it could be crushed beneath the heel of any careless guest. And there she was, guiding it gently onto a leaf, protecting it with a patience no courtier would waste on such a thing.
My heart struck me then, hard as a drumbeat. She was surrounded by predators, wolves dressed in velvet — and yet she tended to a creature no one else would even see. I could not look away. God help me, I thought, I would marry her tomorrow if she would let me.