The estate had been transforming since midafternoon.

Staff moving through every corridor with the particular focused energy of people who knew exactly how much needed to happen before nightfall and exactly how little time remained to do it. Flowers arranged and rearranged. Tables set and checked and set again. Candles placed at intervals precise enough to suggest someone had measured.

By evening the main hall looked like a different building.

Guests arrived in carriages that came one after another through the gate, each bearing house crests of minor nobility, military figures, academy representatives. The kind of gathering where everyone was watching everyone else and pretending not to.

The prince arrived last.

Of course he did.

His carriage was the largest. His entrance was the most deliberate. He moved through the hall the way people moved when they had spent their entire life being made to feel like the most important person in any room and had simply accepted it as fact.

He found Aria almost immediately.

"Lady Ardyn." His voice carried without effort. Warm, practiced, exactly calibrated. "Happy birthday. You look as expected."

Aria received the compliment.

She received everything with complete composure and no indication of what she actually thought about it.

"Your Highness. Thank you for coming."

Around them the banquet continued. Music, conversation, the careful choreography of people who understood that gatherings like this were never just gatherings.

***

Lina had found the banquet on her own.

More initiative than anyone had expected from someone who had spent the better part of a week sleeping. One of the maids had apparently helped her with a dress.

She moved through the edges of the room with the careful attention of someone experiencing something new and trying very hard not to break anything.

She was not, however, watching where she was going.

The collision happened near the center of the hall.

Small. Completely avoidable.

She stepped back from a display table directly into the path of the prince. Her heel came down on the toe of his boot with a sound that was not loud but was very distinct in the momentary gap between pieces of music.

She turned.

Looked up at him.

"I’m sorry," she said immediately. Clear, direct, not a trace of calculation in it.

The prince looked down at her.

The warmth he had worn for Aria’s greeting was gone.

"Do you know who I am," he said.

Lina blinked.

"No," she said. Honestly.

"I am..."

"She said she was sorry."

Aria had moved without anyone noticing. Three steps away, cup still in hand, expression completely unreadable.

The prince turned slightly.

"Lady Ardyn..."

"She apologized," Aria said. The voice didn’t need volume. "The matter is settled."

"She stepped on..."

"On your boot. Yes."..... "Are you injured, Your Highness?"

The question landed precisely. Are you injured as in actually hurt, or are we doing something else right now.

The prince’s jaw tightened.

The room had gone from the particular quiet of people pretending very hard not to listen.

"It was an accident," Aria continued. "She is a guest of this house. I would ask that she be treated accordingly."

"And who exactly is she?" The prince’s eyes moved over Lina with the assessing quality of someone cataloguing things. "I wasn’t aware the Ardyn household had...."

***

In the training room, nothing felt different at first.

The rhythm was the same. Sword forms, circulation, the particular focus that came from doing something difficult enough to require all of it.

Then something shifted.

Kael lowered the blade.

Stood still for a moment.

Then walked out.

He heard it before he saw it.

Not an argument too controlled for that. But the shape of one. The compressed silence of a room full of people holding their breath around something.

He crossed the hall without hurrying.

The prince. Lina. Aria between them, cup in hand, posture perfectly straight.

He took it in.

Then kept walking until he was beside Lina.

She turned at the sound of his footsteps. Her face did something complicated relief, then something that might have been embarrassment about the relief, settling finally into the careful composure she wore when she was trying not to show either.

The prince looked at him.

Took in the training clothes. The absence of anything formal. The fact that the new heir of House Ardyn had walked into his family’s banquet looking like he had somewhere better to be.

"You must be the new heir," he said.

"And you must be the prince," Kael said. "I’ve heard things."

.....

"She’s with me," Kael said. "She apologized. That should be sufficient."

"She stepped on...."

"By accident." Kael looked at him evenly. "At a birthday banquet." .......

"Is this really the version of tonight you want people to remember?"

The hall was very quiet.

The prince smiled. Practiced. Revealing nothing.

"Of course not," he said. "A misunderstanding. Think nothing of it."

He turned away smoothly, rejoining the nearest cluster of guests as if the last two minutes had not happened at all.

Kael looked at Lina.

She was looking back at him with those quiet green eyes, hands clasped, completely composed now that the moment had passed.

"Kael," she said.

"Yes."

"You’re wearing training clothes."

"I’m aware."

"To a banquet."

"Also aware."

She considered this for a moment.

"Okay," she said, and turned back to looking at the room.

He glanced sideways.

Aria was already moving away, back into the flow of the banquet, cup raised slightly to acknowledge someone across the hall.

She didn’t look at him.

But she had moved first. Before he arrived, before anyone else said a word she had already moved.

He filed that away and said nothing.

***

Then the system flickered.

[God of Thunder is watching.]

[Goddess of Love has sent popcorn.]

[....]

He closed the notification.

Not now.