The Magister, draped in robes that shimmered with the deep purples and gold of midnight, moved through the Grand Hall of the Royal Castle, nodding politely to the various noblemen and courtiers gathered for the Winter’s Ball. Chandeliers sparkled, glinting sharply across the fine silks and jewels on costumed display. And though the ballroom was filled with laughter and merriment, the energy of the room soon grew suffocating…Read More