The carriage traveled along, unveiling a picturesque scene as rich urban landscapes passed by. Townspeople greeted the distinctive royal carriage and excited children chased it as it went by. Tezeri and Shiloh enjoyed the moment, feeling like royalty as they exchanged smiles with the people below. As an appreciation to their loyalty, King Arnos had sent close friends of the monarch a complimentary ride to the castle grounds. And to Tezeri’s delight, the carriage had a delicious fruit platter on display.

As Tezeri chowed down on lush blueberries and plums, she glanced at Shiloh, who had set aside a hefty book, its pages fluttering in the breeze, sitting on her lap.

"Please don’t tell me you’ll be buried in that book the entire time," Tezeri teased, earning a slight chuckle from Shiloh.

"Actually, it's for Ethria. I plan to give it to her by the end of the night," Shiloh remarked, adjusting the puffed sleeves on her immaculate white dress.

Intrigued by Shiloh’s gift, Tezeri nodded in understanding. She observed Shiloh, who, despite wearing a dress worn years before, looked pristine. Shiloh's hair, elegantly curled in a half-up, half-down style and gold jewelry complimenting her red skin. Shiloh was always tidy and put-together, a skill Tezeri admitted she lacked. Tezeri, in her pink poofy dress, hair neatly in a bun, wore silver jewelry borrowed from Shiloh.

Tezeri tried to get a closer look at the old book but before she could, Shiloh set it aside face down. The sudden movement peaked Tezeri’s interest. She wasn’t too sure why Shiloh had decided to give Ethria a book. It’s not like she reads anyways. The entire thing seemed quite odd to her, but she couldn't think about it much longer as a sudden bump in the road disturbs her thoughts. The two look out the window, realizing they have arrived at their destination.

The grand stone castle was adorned with large red and white flags, emblematic of the Kingdom of Seras. Perfectly trimmed bushes and tall trees bordered the walls, while vast stone stairs led to large wooden doors, inviting them inside. Nobles scattered throughout the entrance, most making their way to the party. Upon entering, they encountered a spacious main hall with shiny marble floors. Tall stairs wrapped around both ends, ascending to the upper floor, and melodic tunes pour out from the banquet hall where the party commenced.

A faint voice could be heard echoing from the top of the stairs, calling out Ethria’s name in a panic. Tezeri signaled to Shiloh to head to the banquet without her and then navigated through the entering crowd, slipping upstairs. She found Matilda near Ethria’s bedroom doors, coaxing her to come out.

"What’s going on?" Tezeri inquired, confusion etched on her face.

"Ethria’s still getting ready and won’t come out," Matilda explained, shrugging. "The party started 30 minutes ago, and the people are expecting a timely appearance."

Matilda descended the stairs in hopes to distract the people, leaving Tezeri to handle the situation alone.

Ethria meticulously inspected her dress, ensuring perfection. A loud bang on the door startled her, prompting Ethria to hurriedly gather her essentials. The white handkerchief on her dresser caught her eye, causing her to mindlessly stare at its pure hue. Shortly, another bang on the door pulled her back to reality once again.

“Come on, Ethria! The ball started a while ago,” Tezeri shouted, her voice practically breaking through the door. “Don’t make me come in there!”

“Coming!” Ethria hesitantly shouted back, grabbing the handkerchief in a foggy panic.

Ethria swung the door open, nearly flattening Tezeri in the process. A quick yet genuine apology escaped Ethria’s lips as she held Tezeri’s arms to stabilize her. The sudden appearance of Tezeri standing at the foot of her door surprised her quite a bit. Ethria's periwinkle dress blended perfectly with her dark brown complexion. The lacey ends gave her slim figure a delicate feel, the dress sitting beautifully off her shoulders, with long flared sleeves resembling crumpled butterfly wings. As Tezeri saw Ethria in her attire, a flush of heat rose in her cheeks. A flustered Tezeri accepted the apology, breaking away from Ethria’s grasp.

“Tezeri, I thought that was you,” Ethria said with a worried yet surprised expression. “What are you doing up here? Ah, nevermind that, how do I look, and be honest!”

“Very fashionable and very late, now let’s go before your father comes up here next.” Tezeri briefly stated, guiding Ethria toward the banquet hall.

The pair descended the stairs, with Ethria greeting guests and staff along the way. They entered the bustling hall, lit by dim candles and shimmering chandeliers. The hall was most extravagant, decorated with a red and white theme. The air carried the scent of fresh cuisine and alcohol. In a corner, musicians played their songs, tempting guests to dance and mingle. Ethria waved at Shiloh, who stood near the tables. Before she could approach Shiloh, guests from all corners came to give their compliments to the lively party. Terezi's expression turned to shock as she noticed Datrie, dressed eerily identical to her. Eye contact was made, allowing Datrie to approach the two. Surprisingly, the man Ethria had bumped into a few days ago was seemingly Datrie’s date. Ethria, seeing this, promptly hid the handkerchief deep within her reticule. The sight of the two together disgusted her.

“Who knew he was associated with such a snobby bitch,” she thought.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tezeri questioned, anger rising inside her. “You just couldn’t accept defeat, could you?”

“Defeat? I'm sorry, I’m not sure what that means,” Datrie joked, visibly amused by the situation.

“Hm, pink really doesn't suit your darker complexion,” Datrie stated, putting her arm around Jericho. “You should leave such a color for more delicate fairer skin like mine!”

Tezeri couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the low jab. She had never felt self conscious about her skin, but today was different. The comment, though not directed towards Ethria, still hurt her. Jericho on the other hand was uninterested, ignoring the catty dispute between the three women. He was too busy scanning the room for Prince Noell.

“How about I get us some desserts, Datrie?” Jericho suggested.

“Great idea, Jericho.” Datrie gave him a flirtatious smile as he headed towards the dessert table.

Ethria rolled her eyes as Datrie admired Jericho as he left.

“So… his name is Jericho,” Ethria thought, secretly thinking about how stupid it sounded.

Tezeri took some red wine from a nearby platter carried by a server. Hoping the alcohol would temporarily drown away her feelings of shame. Ethria smiled, unsure if she should intervene. It was going to be risky, but she couldn’t help but fixate on the taste of sweet… SWEET REVENGE.

“As you can see, Ethria, I too have a peasant accompanying me to the royal ball!” Datrie announced loudly, crossing her arms. “He’s quite good looking isn’t he?”

In that instant, Ethria decided to take her leave. She purposely bumped into Tezeri along the way, causing her to spill her drink all over the bottom of Datrie’s dress. Datrie and Tezeri gasped, catching the attention of nearby party goers. Datrie furrowed her brow, turning her lip up in annoyance. Ethria immediately ordered a few staff to clean up the mess, assuring them it was an accident. Tezeri caught on to the act, and as if on queue, putting on a sympathetic face. Datrie, not wanting to draw attention to her wine stain, accepted the staff’s assistance. She glared nastily at the two, before being taken away by the help.

“That red definitely brings out her delicate fair skin,” Ethria spoke softly, mocking Datrie’s socialite accent.

“Eugh, it looks like she just got her period all over herself,” Tezeri whispered back, making the two chuckle.

Ethria slithered through the bustling crowd, intent on tracking down Jericho. Spotting him in the distance heading towards the balcony overlooking the banquet, she maneuvered through the crowd and seized his arm before he could slip away.

Turning to face her, Jericho's eyes revealed a glimmer of recognition as Ethria showed him the handkerchief.

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"So, your memory returns," she remarked, unfolding the delicate fabric.

Jericho, a gracious smile forming on his lips, accepted the handkerchief with gratitude. “You’re that woman from the street, thankyou.”

"Of course, it’s what an HONEST person would do, right?” Ethria emphasized, making Jericho question where this conversation was heading.

“Say, it's quite soft. What material is it made of?" Ethria inquired, her gaze keenly observant.

"Cotton," replied Jericho, periodically glancing up at the gallery.

The pause in his response didn't escape Ethria's notice, instantly raising suspicions.

"You're a liar! It's made of nekati thread, and you must be a demon. Holy fuck, they really do exist!" she exclaimed, excitement coursing through her veins.

Startled by her revelation, Jericho took her by the arm, leading her to a secluded area in the castle. Ethria's initial excitement turned to fear as she wondered about his intentions away from prying eyes. He signaled for her to keep quiet, placing a finger near his mouth.

"Listen, you've misunderstood. I'm no demon; I'm just a human like you," Jericho explained, perturbed by her accusation. "This handkerchief has been passed down through generations, predating the ban."

“Well, why would you lie? You could have just told me the truth,” Ethria rebutted. “And how can I believe someone who is suspiciously creeping around? I thought you were getting desserts!”

Jericho looks behind him towards the dessert table and sighs.

“I lied because it’s easier than telling you the truth,” He says, turning around to face her once again. “And I needed an out because I am here to deliver something very important to someone who is here tonight. Are we done?”

Jericho breaks the grip on her arm in response to his growing desire to exit the conversation. Though still skeptical, she ignores this and persists. Ethria couldn't fathom why he'd part with such a cherished heirloom so easily. "Why did you flee at the sight of the passing guard?" she pressed.

"I’m a commoner, I would have been thrown in the goal," Jericho answered, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "You wouldn't understand. Now, I must go."

As he turned to leave, Ethria's eyes caught sight of a neatly kept piece of paper in his back pocket. Acting on impulse, she seized the opportunity, snatching the note. With lightning speed, Jericho turned around, grabbing the other end of the note. The swiftness of his movement only deepened Ethria's suspicions, reinforcing her belief that he was anything but an ordinary man. Jericho's composed facade wavered momentarily, giving way to a subtle release of breath.

The name of Prince Noell was neatly written on the now slightly crumpled envelope.

“Is this for Prince Noell? Allow me to deliver it,” Ethria implored, her eyes pleading. “My parents are relying on me to forge an alliance. This is an amazing conversation starter!”

“What? Are you mad?” Jericho’s eyes widened from the sudden request. “It’s an important note, not your wingman.”

Ethria gasps in response, feeling slightly offended. “Trust me, I can fully handle getting a man by myself. But this is different, come on, I returned your handkerchief. I only ask you for a favor in return.”

Jericho contemplatively weighed his options, ultimately conceding to let Ethria proceed. After all, if things take an unfavorable turn he won’t be to blame.

“Very well, but ensure you report back by the end of the night,” Jericho instructed, adjusting his polished vest. “You didn’t get this note from me. And no more foolish inquiries, understood?”

As Ethria began to speak, Jericho preemptively pointed toward the balcony, guiding her in that direction. Ethria took a deep breath, nodded and ascended the stairs.

Upon the balcony, all eyes, including Prince Noell's, were fixated on her. With a coy smile, she approached him, silently acknowledging the success of her chosen gown.

Her gaze lowered as she walked toward Prince Noell, rumors of his beauty subtly affirming themselves. His flowing blonde hair resembled silver, his skin as pale as freshly fallen snow. Gradient pink lips matched the faint blush of his cheeks. His exquisite, flamboyant white suit complemented his gentle androgynous features. Despite their human-like appearance, large wings marked him as a loack, providing the advantageous skill of flight.

Prince Noell greeted her warmly, and they engaged in pleasant conversation. Recalling the promised note, Ethria leaned on the balcony rail, discreetly concealing it behind her back.

“You're Princess Ethria, correct? A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Noell said, bowing cordially, his angelic wings fluttering in response.

“Likewise, um, our family is very grateful for your presence tonight.” Ethria reciprocated, her nerves somewhat getting the best of her.

Despite thoughts of discarding the note, she resisted the impulse. The angel on her shoulder won the battle, this time. When she mustered up the courage to hand him the letter, he spoke once more.

“And I as well, for the gracious invite. Your castle is quite impressive.” Noell replied, holding out his hand. “May I have a tour of the dance floor?”

“Wow, smooth… Well, what's the harm in waiting a little longer, it's just a piece of paper anyways.” She thought to herself, quickly putting the note in her reticule.

Ethria immediately accepted, now in hand, they made their way down to the floor. Her nerves eased, seeing others engaging in dance as well. Though she could feel the heat of the women’s eyes melting the back of her head with envy. As if on cue, the orchestra played a fast melody, giving rise for a fun and swift dance. Noell spun her around on the dance floor, the two enjoying each other's company. The end of the song made for a powerful finish that was rewarded with a loud applause. Noell praised Ethria for her dance before dismissing himself to get a drink.

Ethria watched him go, immediately remembering the letter. She stopped him, and dug into her reticule only to find it without a note. Noell watched her with confusion.

“Have you lost something?” Noell inquired, his eyebrow raised.

Ethria had gone into full panic, looking into her reticule five or six times to no avail. She hurriedly came up with a cover, awkwardly giving Noell a hug and a kiss on the cheek that lightly grazed the side of his lips. Mortified from her sudden action, she skittered away, leaving Noell shocked, the light blush on his cheeks deepening significantly.

The night was coming close to an end. Ethria continued looking for the note. Scanning the floor, up and down, making sure to not be found by the prince in the process. Shiloh approaches her, book in hand. Sensing Ethria’s panic, she held off on giving her the gift, asking her what was bothering her instead. Ethria, like a balloon ready to pop, blurted out her problem so fast it sounded like gibberish. Though Shiloh still understood, having many years of dealing with her friend’s maniacal outbursts.

“Well, the severity of the situation depends on what the note was about.” Shiloh reassured her. “Do you remember what it was?”

Ethria panicked just a bit more, she hadn’t even known what it was about. But the fact that she had to report back to that man tells her that it must've been important to some degree. Shiloh noted her silence, and decided to help her friend find the note.

“Okay calm down, I'll help you shortly. I’ll put this book in your room, I need you to read it as soon as possible” Shiloh said before making her way towards Ethria’s living quarters.

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Shiloh delicately placed the book on the nightstand, the quiet of the room contrasted with the lively party below. She enjoyed the solitude, taking a moment to savor the silence, Though suddenly, her enjoyment quickly dissipated when she heard the distinct sound of heels against the marble floor. When she turned around she was met with the sight of Ethria’s mother at the doorway, her tall silhouette obscured by the darkness. The moon cast the only light on her face, revealing a sunken and displeased expression. The serene atmosphere quickly transformed into an unsettling silence.

"May I inquire as to what brought you to my daughter’s room?" Katara's voice carried a low, questioning tone.

Shiloh felt uneasy as she noticed Katara's eyes shift to the book on the nightstand. Instinctively, she picked up the book, holding it close to her chest.

"I was just dropping off a gift for Ethria. Is there an issue, Mrs. Aragon?" Shiloh maintained her ground.

"Yes, there is, but there doesn’t have to be. For either of us," Katara stated, approaching Shiloh. She extended her hand for the book. "Ethria doesn’t need this; she has no use for it."

Shiloh resisted, cautiously stepping back from Ethria’s mother. "She needs to know that she is the vessel. Lisav is, in fact, coming back, and she will save us!"

A clash of strength ensued as Katara forcefully grabbed the book. "No, I will not let her suffer the same fate as her ancestor! I knew what she was the moment she was born, and I knew then I had to protect her at all costs, even if that meant hurting others along the way. Now give me the book, or I will personally see to it that you and your family are stripped of your status and sent to the outskirts of the kingdom."

Shiloh's eyes widened, fear showing in her face. She reluctantly let go of the book and tears welled up in her eyes. "So you always knew… I know this is hard to come to terms with, but you are dooming this world and all of the innocence that inhabit it."

"A mother’s love is strong; maybe one day you will soon understand," Katara said, a solemn look in her eye, indicating that Shiloh's words had left an impact.

Silently, Shiloh left, leaving Katara to sit alone with her thoughts. In the next room over, an investigative Jericho listened closely to the unfolding events in Ethria’s room.