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“Thank you, Zoirse,” I said sincerely.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting the shimmering lights around us. “Enjoy your evening, Ambassador.”

With that, she departed, and Harris offered me his arm. “Shall we?”

I took his arm, and together we stepped through the grand doors. The sight that greeted us was nothing short of magical.

The ballroom was a vast, circular space with a domed ceiling made entirely of glass, revealing the star-studded sky above. Chandeliers of floating light hovered in the air, casting a soft glow over the elegantly dressed crowd below. The floor was a mosaic of precious stones arranged in swirling patterns that seemed to move like waves beneath our feet.

Music filled the air—a harmonious blend of classical instruments and ethereal electronic tones. Servers movedgracefully among the guests, offering trays of sparkling beverages and delectable hors d'oeuvres. The aroma of the food was enticing, a mix of familiar and exotic scents that made my mouth water.

“Now this is a party,” Harris remarked, his eyes wide with awe.

“Indeed,” I agreed, taking it all in.

As we made our way into the crowd, I couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on me. I glanced around and caught sight of Prince Bayn standing across the room, his gaze intense as he watched me. He raised a glass in subtle acknowledgment, and I felt a warm flush rise to my cheeks.

At the same time, a ripple of excitement moved through the crowd. Turning, I saw Prince Ryler entering the ballroom, his amethyst eyes gleaming with mischief as he greeted guests with effortless charm. He looked in my direction, and for a brief moment, our eyes met. He offered a dazzling smile that made my heart skip a beat.

“Looks like you've caught their attention,” Harris whispered, noticing the exchange.

“Seems that way,” I replied, my mind racing.

“Well, Ambassador, time to make some diplomatic ties,” he said, giving me an encouraging nod before slipping away into the crowd.

I stood there, poised between two princes, each representing different facets of this fascinating world. The mystery of the gown, the allure of the evening, the possibilities that lay ahead—all converged in this moment.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, ready to embrace whatever the night might bring.

Chapter 7

First Interaction with Prince Ryler

The grand ballroom was a world apart from the quiet dignity of the council chamber—a riot of color, laughter, and vibrant energy that filled the air and pulsed through me as soon as I stepped into the fray of the dance floor. Twinkling lights cascaded from the ornate ceiling, casting playful shadows that danced across the floor with the beat of the music. The rhythms were hypnotic, a blend of intergalactic and classical melodies that seemed to call every fiber of me to move, to let go.

I smoothed my gown as it brushed softly against my skin, its elegance making me feel both regal and just a little exposed. The back of the dress swooped low leaving no room for a bra underneath. The scents around me were intoxicating—a mix of blooming starflowers and the rich aroma of gourmet dishes served on polished trays. My senses felt heightened, alive to every detail, as laughter and lively conversation echoed off the ornate walls, filling the space with warmth and camaraderie.

Floating holograms drifted above us, depicting artists and dancers performing holographic masterpieces that left the crowd in awe. I was captivated by it all, taking in the blend of traditional and high-tech, when a figure appeared in my peripheral vision, approaching with the kind of confidence that pulled everyone’s gaze.

Prince Ryler.

He had a magnetic presence, a casual elegance that made his tailored outfit seem almost incidental. His light jewel-toned eyes sparkled with an easy warmth, and as he drew closer, I caughtthe faint, spicy scent of his cologne, subtle but unmistakably alluring.

“Maisie, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice a smooth invitation wrapped in charm. “I’ve heard impressive things about your work with I.R.M.A.”

I felt a flutter in my chest. His charisma was infectious, and I had to steady myself as I replied, “Thank you, Prince Ryler. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

He extended his hand, and I took it, noting the gentle warmth and strength of his grip. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere. “I must say, your reputation precedes you.” He bent slightly to place a soft kiss on my knuckles before releasing my hand.

I felt a subtle warmth rise to my cheeks. “All good things, I hope,” I replied with a light laugh.

“Mostly,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his gemstone eyes. “Though I did hear you're quite the formidable negotiator. Should I be concerned?”

“Only if you're hiding something,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled. “In that case, perhaps I should tread carefully.”

“Perhaps,” I agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “But where's the fun in that?” I covered my mouth in surprise at the very unprofessional commentary.

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