Tale of a Hedonistic wizard-Chapter 418: Mommy dearest

The crystal chandeliers floated midair in the grand ballroom of the Imperial Palace, their enchanted flames casting a warm golden glow upon the gathered magical nobility below.

Gossamer threads of magic wove through the air, carrying the sweet notes of the orchestra, where musicians played their instruments in perfect harmony.

On the dance floor, Veronica and Jaegar were coupled in a gentle, slow dance as he held Veronica's hips and she threw her arms around his neck.

"What were you talking with her highness?" Veronica said in a low tone, audible only to Jaegar.

"Nothing, I was just greeting the new member of the family," Jaegar answered, continuing to move with her in perfect sync to the melody.

"I will have to leave now; I must report back to the ministry."

"Oh, when will we meet again?"

"Only time will tell, I guess."

From his position near the refreshment tables, where goblets filled with drinks, Arnal Bordaulf watched the pair with barely concealed frustration. His handsome features were marred by a slight frown.

High above the dance floor, on the mezzanine level, enchanted to provide the perfect vantage point while remaining discreet, the mothers of the young witches and wizards gathered to observe and scheme.

The tables were arranged in a semicircle, each protected by privacy charms that allowed for frank discussion without fear of eavesdropping.

At one such table sat Caroline Izzard-crew, Veronica's mother, her silver-streaked hair arranged in an elegant updo typical of senior ministry wives. Beside her was Lady Vara, whose family had long served as magical advisors to both Eastern and Western kingdoms. Her traditional silk robes were adorned with protective mantras that shimmed as she moved, and her bindi contained a powerful enhancement charm that allowed her to see through most magical disguises.

Lady Bordaulf completed the trio, her nervous energy evident in the way her teacup rattled slightly as she watched her son below. The enchanted tea service before them continuously poured fresh cups of perfectly brewed tea, the temperature maintained by household magic.

"Your Veronica seems quite comfortable with Prince Jaegar," Lady Bordaulf observed, trying to keep the envy from her voice. "They move together as if they've danced a thousand times before."

Caroline smiled diplomatically, her years of experience in magical politics evident in her measured response. "The Ministry provides many opportunities for young people to interact. As Arcnyte, Veronica often needs to coordinate with the imperial family on matters of magical security."

Lady Vara's dark eyes sparkled with wisdom and amusement. "Yet it is not just duty I see in their movements," she remarked, her accent adding weight to her words. "The magical auras never lie, and theirs..." she paused significantly, "they harmonise most intriguingly."

Below, Jaegar and Veronica continued their dance, their movements perfectly matched as the enchanted music swelled around them. His hand rested properly at her waist, where her robes were embedded with protective runes—a necessity for someone in her position at the ministry.

Her hand rested on his shoulder.

"You have my gratitude," Veronica murmured as they turned. "Arnal's attention was becoming rather suffocating. One can only deflect so many enchanted roses before it becomes tiresome."

Jaegar's lips quirked in amusement. "The roses were enchanted? How... conventional of him."

"They sang. Rather badly, I might add. I had to disenchant them before they disturbed the entire floor."

Their quiet laughter blended with the music, drawing more than a few interested glances from the surrounding couples.

The magical atmosphere of the ball seemed to intensify around them, the floating candles burning slightly brighter, and the enchanted ceiling's stars twinkling more intensely.

From their elevated position, the mothers watched this interaction with keen interest. Caroline noticed Lady Vara performing a subtle gesture with her rings—ancient magic that allowed her to read the deeper currents of power and intention.

"The old magics are stirring tonight," Lady Vara commented cryptically. "Your daughter, Caroline, stands at a crossroads of power. The imperial magic responds to her presence in... unexpected ways."

Lady Bordaulf's fingers tightened around her teacup. "Surely you don't suggest... I mean, the imperial family has strict traditions about magical bloodlines..."

"Traditions evolve," Lady Vara responded smoothly, her magical bangles chiming softly. "The emperor himself has been speaking of modernizing certain aspects of magical society. And an Arcnyte of Veronica's caliber, with her particular talents..."

Caroline maintained her composed expression, though her own enchanted jewellery betrayed her excitement with a subtle glow. "We must not get ahead of ourselves. Tonight is simply a social gathering, nothing more."

But as they watched Jaegar and Veronica move across the floor, their magic created subtle patterns of light that only the most observant could detect.

Lady Bordault then said, "Considering history, one might want to avoid such a man even if he comes from the imperial family."

Caroline's expression changed, showing her annoyance. "He had been proved not guilty, and even the ministry had apolozied to him, saying it was their mistake."

Lady Vara interjected when Lady Bordaulf was about to say something because she knew it would only escalte the debut and also may lead to a nasy argument.

"Now, now, ladies, lets just leave the matter of hearts to the young ones."

The orchestra began another piece, this one incorporating elements of both traditional court music and modern compositions.

Around the dance floor, other young witches and wizards continued their careful social dance, some literally and others figuratively.

Princess Kyra had been joined by her betrothed, Lorcan, though her eyes occasionally strayed to Jaegar and so Lorcan. They both were restless, barely able to hide their emotions from each other.

Arnal had finally moved away from his observation post, now engaged in conversation with a group of young men, though his attention remained divided.

Above it all, the magical chandeliers continued their gentle rotation, their light catching on the protective wards that surrounded the gathering, creating a dome of safety and propriety under which the next generation of magical society could forge their alliances, find their partners, and perhaps – though none would say it aloud – even find love.