Selene POV

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across our suite, Sylvester walked out from his room dressed in a formal evening attire. His white hair was perfectly styled, and he had changed into a deep navy jacket that made his pale eyes even more striking.

“Are you ready for dinner, my princess?” he asked, adjusting his cufflinks with so much ease. “The first evening feast is always quite the spectacle. It would be good for us to make an appearance and show the other ...