The grand hall of the Night Palace had been transformed. Silken banners from each court, Spring's flowering green, Summer's crimson, Autumn's orange, Winter's pale blue were draped from the high arches alongside the dark black and silver of the Night Court.
The Selection had begun.
King Nixon stood at the highest dais, his presence a steady flame in the room's cold hush. Beside him, the High Council watched and beyond them, gathered nobles and dignitaries whispered with interest.
Below, five women stood side by side, each bearing the weight of their court and their futures.
Lady Thalia of Spring glowed with calm optimism. Lady Serana of Summer watched with shrewd confidence.
Lady Moira of Autumn stood poised, calculating. Lady Ysra of Winter was still and unreadable. Finally Lady Naira, cloaked in yellow silk watched with quiet, steady eyes.
The tests were not what they expected.
No swordplay. No parades of gowns or diplomacy games.
