Feya peered around the ballroom door. The room was grand, as befitted a ballroom, with stunning marble floors and huge curtains around recesses in the wall. These recesses held candelabra that gave the room a beautiful glow during a ball.
Small benches covered in plush red velvet were dotted around the room. It was here that the ladies would sit between dances or if, and this was highly embarrassing, they had no dance partner. Feya’s fan was always full as every man in this part of the land wooed her and tried to win her hand; they had been doing so since she was ten; all elder cousins or wealthy members of society. She doubted her father cared enough to do so…and they certainly did not need the money. It was the suitor who was looking for a handout, each and every one of them with their false smiles of white teeth; candelabra sending flickers of evil light through their eyes and making them look like devils; each and every one of them.
The room was empty now, save for the