The grand hall gleamed under the warm glow of a hundred chandeliers, each adorned with intricate crystal droplets that reflected light like stars scattered across the vaulted ceiling. The vast space had been transformed into a breathtaking ballroom, every corner touched by luxury and precision. Rich velvet drapes in shades of deep emerald and midnight blue hung from towering windows, their folds brushing the polished marble floors. Golden sconces lined the walls, their flames flickering gently, casting a soft glow that danced with the rhythm of the evening.
At the far end of the ballroom stood a raised dais, the focal point of the entire hall. Upon it were placed four thrones, each carved from dark mahogany and inlaid with gold. The thrones belonging to the Lycan King and Queen were large
