CHAPTER 120

Two days later, Nesryn Faliq was still
recovering from the ball that had lasted until
dawn.
But what a celebration it had been.
Nothing as majestic as anything in the
southern continent, but the sheer joy and
laughter in the Great Hall, the feasting and
dancing ... She would never forget it, as long
as she lived.
Even if it might take her until her dying
day to feel rested again.
Her feet still ached from dancing and
dancing and dancing, and she’d spotted both