Orion

The ballroom was a graveyard of shattered glass and broken dreams.

I stood near the entrance, my back against the cold stone wall, my eyes scanning the chaos that still swirled around me. The guests had scattered, their laughter replaced by screams, their elegant dances replaced by desperate scrambles for the exits. The guards were everywhere, their faces grim, their hands steady as they herded the remaining nobles toward the doors. The conspirators were in chains, their heads bowed, ...