The Last Blood Mage

Xander's Predicament

Three days later, Xander and Lyra were ready to set their Plan A into motion. They donned their carefully acquired disguises – Xander dressed as a palace kitchen staffer and Lyra in a maid's uniform. With a final check of their appearances and equipment, they opened the window of their tavern room and slipped out, heading towards the castle.

The streets of Emberlyn were alive with excitement and anticipation for the gala. Fancy carriages lined the roads, heading toward the castle, each more lavishly decorated than the last. The city itself was adorned with vibrant decorations – banners, lights, and flowers creating a festive atmosphere.

People crowded the streets, their conversations filled with speculation and excitement about the night's event. "I hear the food is going to be exquisite," one woman said to her companion, her eyes sparkling. "The Duchess always has the best chefs for these galas."

Another passerby chimed in, "And have you heard? His Majesty Richard, the King of Emberl