Taste of Torn Silk

The walls practically drip with money, silver and gold lining the frames of oil paintings, all lit up by the glow of a radiant chandelier that hangs from the center of the impossibly tall ceiling. Near the ceiling, the tops of the walls are lined with glass in coppery-golden frames, arranged in soldered patterns like an artistic depiction of stars in supernova. The ballroom, despite its size, feels almost claustrophobic with the sheer number of guests and suitresses crammed in this evening—the evening of Prince Megatronus’s coming-of-age into becoming Megatron, ruler of the kingdom of Kaon.--It’s Prince Megatronus’s birthday. This, of course, means he needs to pick a bride. If Jazz does her job right, he may not need to make that choice anytime soon. He won’t be able to.