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Beautiful as you are, I want to light up your dark [Alora]
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Alethea felt good, for the first time in a long time.

She moved through the crowd, starlight-threads glittering in her dress and champagne sparkling in her veins, as music and laughter floated through the air. Gazes snagged on her as she passed. She had been beautiful at the start of the night, in her finery and her carefully coiffed hair and makeup heightening her features, but there was something more beguiling about her, now. Perhaps it was the flush in her cheeks, from dancing; the honey-colored strands that had escaped from her chignon. Or maybe it was the moon, round and luminous, pulling her magic into fullness like a tide.

Whatever it was, Alethea was a vision, and had smiles for everyone. She’d lost count of how many people she’d danced with, friends and strangers – her joy was too great to allow her to turn any offers down. But as the sun set and the stars came out, she’d found herself drifting away from the inner gardens, looking for Kane.

Kane had not exactly thrown his lot in with the rebellion; she did not expect to find him among the throngs of Tristan’s followers, who were keeping close to him all night. Gardens gave way to lawns and then to fields, where bonfires dotted the landscape and the party became significantly more raucous. Alethea looked out of place, in her ethereal gown and her diamonds, but she did not care – she had not a care in the world. Well, she had one: how in the world she would find Kane in this sea of people, especially now that night had fallen. The revelers were flickering shadows between the fires, their faces made unrecognizable by the orange glow. The sounds seemed to warp and stretch.

No matter. She would find him, for anything was possible tonight.

Conversations stopped as she picked her way through this maze of fire and food and bodies. Alethea barely noticed. Her beauty was the kind that inspired shock, more than it invited leering glances or suggestive comments – if anyone had so much as whistled at her, they’d done it under their breath. But that did not mean anyone had a tight leash on their thoughts; if her head had been clearer, she might have thought to bring a friend along, and made an effort to draw fewer eyes. Even Leto was a distant presence in her mind, hunting somewhere in the forest beyond the castle grounds.

The search for Kane wore on, fruitlessly; Alethea thought she needed another drink to rally her hope. She reached for a glass of something amber-colored, and her fingers brushed another’s before they could close around it. It was only a moment, not normally long enough to trigger her power, but something leapt between them. Where she would have expected a caress or a whisper, this crackled and snapped – like an electric current, with a dark, metallic tang. Alethea had never felt anything like it.

Motes of light shivered up her arm, as if in flight. She released the glass, staring at her hand a moment before letting it fall to her side.

“Sorry, I think you got there first,” she murmured, distracted. Her fingers flexed minutely against her skirt. It was unsettling, to make such a mistake with a stranger; it felt like she had stumbled into something private, or overheard a secret. The echo of it tingled across her skin. When she finally looked up at him, her smile was apologetic, and her lashes were lowered demurely. “I’ll find another.” Her eyes lifted to his.

He was tall. Alethea was tall for a woman and stood evenly with many men, but this one was tall enough that she had to tilt her head back. Her earrings glittered with the movement, sending sparks over her neck. She blinked coyly.

“Hmm. How often do people ask you about the weather?”

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