Chapter 193 Moonlight And Silk

|| Lilac’s POV ||
The grand hall of Reventhorn Castle shimmered like a living jewel box, thousands of candles suspended in midair by some ancient enchantment casting golden light over the sea of silks and polished armor. My coral peach gown rippled like liquid sunset with every breath I took, the silver embroidery catching the light in ways that made the floral patterns seem to bloom and wither with each step.
That thought alone sent warmth curling through my stomach as I smoothed a hand over the delicate fabric. He'd recalled my idle comment last summer about how the peach orchards near the border reminded me of sunrise after a long night. Now here I stood, draped in that very hue, while he—