Nathan's POV

　　The dimly lit hall thrums with the pulse of the grand ball, the air thick with anticipation. My fingers tighten around the ornate goblet, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth pooling in my chest. I can almost taste victory, the culmination of years of carefully crafted plans within reach.

　　"Your Highness?" The voice slices through the din, and I turn, my gaze locking onto the sight of her- Ally. Her dress clings to her like moonlight on ...