Biltmore Estate Ballroom, 1907
As the grand clock struck eight, the atmosphere in the Biltmore Estate ballroom filled with anticipation. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed guests who mingled and laughed. The scent of pine and cinnamon wafted through the air, adding to the enchantment of the evening.
With a look of eagerness, George addressed the crowd. "Gerald," he said, his voice steady and commanding, "it's time to get the festivities underway. Have the musicians start the music for the dancing."
Gerald nodded, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He hurried toward the small stage where the musicians gathered, their instruments gleaming in the soft light.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let the dancing begin!" George announced in a cheerful voice. The room erupted in applause, and everyone was filled with immense excitement as the ballroom music began to play, filling the air with a lively melody that invited everyone to the dance floor.
Edith turned to her husband, a playful smile on her face. "Are you ready to dance?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
George paused for a moment, his excitement palpable, before he grabbed her hand and nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely! Let's show them our moves!" With that, they made their way to the dance floor, eager to join the celebration.
Then Refia Tully approaches William.
Refia Tully approached William with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting the lively energy of the room. As the music swelled around them, she tilted her head slightly, inviting him into the moment. "Would you have this dance with me?" she asked, her voice playful yet sincere.
William looked at Refia with a neutral expression. "Of course, Lady Refia. I would be honored to have this dance."
William and Refia make their way to the dance floor and dance to the music that is currently playing.
"Are you having a good time, Lady Refia?" William asked, looking at her with genuine interest.
Refia met his gaze, her face lighting up with a playful smile. "I'm having a good time. Thank you for asking, Lord William."
He nodded, maintaining a sincere yet neutral expression. "I'm excited to hear that, Refia."
Refia's expression shifted to one of calmness as she replied, "Thank you."
After a few minutes, as the music came to an end, they parted ways. William bowed his head slightly, acknowledging her. "Lady Refia."
In response, Refia performed a graceful curtsy. "Lord William."
As they walked away, William found himself drawn to the dance floor, where he joined ten other girls, twirling and laughing as the music resumed, fully immersing himself in the joyous atmosphere of the evening.
Lyanna, Gevherriz, and Şadiye gathered together on the other side of the ballroom.
Then two gentlemen make their way toward their group.
Lyanna turned to Gevherriz, her excitement growing as the two gentlemen approached. "Do you know who they are?" she asked, glancing at the pair with interest. "They seem quite confident."
Gevherriz smiled knowingly and replied, "Yes, I do. Those are our mine and Şadiye's husbands."
Lyanna's eyes widened in surprise, while Şadiye looked pleased. "Really?" Lyanna exclaimed, her curiosity growing. "I had no idea!"
Gevherriz nodded, her expression playful. "They've been waiting for the right moment to join us." As the gentleman drew closer, the atmosphere shifted, filled with anticipation and excitement.
Lord Joren Stark possesses a commanding presence that captivates those around him. His features are marked by a strong jawline and high cheekbones, which give him a noble appearance. His hair, a dark black, is neatly styled, complementing his dignified look. Joren's eyes are perhaps his most striking feature; they are a deep shade of green, reflecting a blend of wisdom and compassion. When he looks at others, it is as if he sees beyond the surface, revealing his thoughtful nature.
His demeanor exudes both warmth and strength, making those in his presence feel at ease while simultaneously inspired. As he walks, his stride is confident and proud, embodying both leadership and support, particularly in his role alongside Şadiye. The anticipation that builds as he approaches suggests that he is not merely a figure of authority but a beloved member of their community, someone whose contributions are deeply valued. Overall, Lord Joren's features and presence create an impression of a man who is a pillar of his community and a family man.
Lord Luthor Tyrell possesses a remarkable presence, characterized by a blend of warmth and strength. His hair, dark brown and well-groomed, frames his strong features, enhancing the depth of his expression. His eyes, a striking shade of deep blue, reveal a profound understanding and kindness, reflecting a thoughtful nature that resonates with those around him. His physique is athletic yet approachable, embodying both power and reliability. As he walks, there is a noticeable pride in his stride, emphasizing his supportive role alongside Gevherriz. The atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation as he approaches, underscoring his importance not only as a partner to Gevherriz but also as a vital figure within their community.
As Joren approaches Şadiye, the warmth in his eyes reflects the profound bond they share. "Hello, my love," he says, his voice filled with genuine affection. He wraps her in a warm embrace, holding her close as if to shield her from the world. In that moment, the pride in his stride is evident, not only in his presence but in the way he cherishes her. The atmosphere around them feels charged with love and connection, highlighting the importance of their partnership. "I'm so grateful for you," he adds, letting her know just how much she means to him.
Şadiye looks up at Joren, her heart swelling with warmth. She smiles softly, feeling the sincerity in his words and the strength of his embrace. "I'm grateful for you too," she replies, her voice filled with emotion. "You make every day brighter just by being in it." She pulls back slightly to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling. "I cherish our moments together and the love we share. It means everything to me." As she nestles back into his arms, she feels a profound sense of connection, knowing that together they can face anything the world throws their way.
Luthor gazes lovingly at Gevherriz, his heart swelling with affection. "Hello, my love," he whispers, his voice warm and sincere. "I'm so grateful for you." She responds with a smile, her eyes lighting up as she feels the depth of his words. "You make every day brighter just by being in it," she replies, her voice filled with emotion.
She pulls back slightly to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I cherish our moments together and the love we share. It means everything to me." As she nestles back into his arms, she feels a profound sense of connection, knowing that together they can face anything the world throws their way. Luthor holds her tightly, feeling the unbreakable bond that ties their hearts together.
Gevherriz looked at her husband with a sweet look. "Luthor."
Luthor looked at his wife with a curious look. "Yes, my love?"
Gevherriz looked at her husband with a solemn smile. "There's someone that I want to introduce to you."