Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

There probably wouldn’t be room for things like grand balls in Kelsier’s new kingdom, and that might not be a bad thing—what right did she have to dance while other skaa starved? Yet . . . it seemed like the world would be missing something beautiful without the keeps and dancers, the dresses and the festivities.
    She sighed, leaning back from the railing, glancing down at her own dress. It was of a deep shimmering blue, with white circular designs sewn around the base of the skirt. It was sleeveless, but the blue silk gloves she wore ran all the way past her elbows.
    Once she would have found the outfit frustratingly bulky. Now, however, she found it beautifying. She liked how it was designed to make her look full through the chest, yet accentuated her thin upper torso. She liked how it flared at the waist, slowly fanning out into a wide bell that rustled as she walked.
    She’d miss it—she’d miss it all. But, Sazed was right. She couldn’t stop the progression of time, she could only enjoy the moment.
    I’m not going to let him sit up there at the high table all evening and ignore me, she decided.
    Vin turned and walked along the balcony, nodding to Kliss as she passed. The balcony ended in a corridor that turned, and—as Vin had correctly guessed—led out onto the ledge that held the host’s table.
    She stood inside the corridor for a moment, looking out. Lords and ladies sat in regal outfits, basking in the privilege of being invited up to sit with Lord Straff Venture. Vin waited, trying to get Elend’s attention, and finally one of the guests noticed her, then nudged Elend. He turned with surprise, saw Vin, then flushed slightly.
    She waved briefly, and he stood, excusing himself. Vin ducked back into the stone corridor a bit so they could speak more privately.
    “Elend!” she said as he walked into the corridor. “You’re sitting with your father!”
    He nodded. “This ball has turned into something of a special event, Valette, and my father was fairly insistent that I obey protocol.”
    “When are we going to have time to talk?”
    Elend paused. “I’m not sure that we will.”
    Vin frowned. He seemed . . . reserved. His usual, slightly worn and wrinkled suit had been replaced by a sharp, well-fitted one. His hair was even combed.
    “Elend?” she said, stepping forward.
    He raised a hand, warding her back. “Things have changed, Valette.”
    No, she thought. This can’t change, not yet! “Things? What ‘things’? Elend, what are you talking about?”
    “I am heir to House Venture,” he said. “And dangerous times are coming. House Hasting lost an entire convoy this afternoon, and that’s only the beginning. Within the month, the keeps will openly be at war. These aren’t things I can ignore, Valette. It’s time I stopped being a liability to my family.”
    “That’s fine,” Vin said. “That doesn’t mean—”
    “Valette,” Elend interrupted. “You are a liability too. A very big one. I won’t lie and claim that I never cared for you—I did, and I still do. However, I knew from the start—as you did—that this could never be anything more than a passing dalliance. The truth is, my house needs me—and it’s more important than you are.”
    Vin paled. “But . . .”
    He turned to go back to dinner.
    “Elend,” she said quietly, “please don’t turn away from me.”
    He paused, then looked back at her. “I know the truth, Valette. I know how you’ve lied about who you are. I don’t care, really—I’m not angry, or even disappointed. The truth is, I expected it. You’re just . . . playing the game. Like we all are.” He paused, then shook his head and turned away from her. “Like I am.”
    “Elend?” she said, reaching for him.
    “Don’t make me embarrass you in public, Valette.”
    Vin paused, feeling numb. And then, she was too angry to be numb—too angry, too frustrated . . . and too terrified.
    “Don’t leave,” she whispered. “Don’t you leave me too.”
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “But I have to go meet with my friends. It was . . . fun.”
    And he left.
    Vin stood in the darkened corridor. She felt herself shiver quietly, and she turned to stumble back out onto the main balcony. To the side, she could see Elend bid good evening to his family, then head through a back corridor toward the keep’s living section.
    He can’t do this to me. Not Elend. Not now . . .
    However, a voice from within—a voice she had nearly