Damon continued his meal unhurriedly, savoring the warmth of the food while the tranquility of the morning lingered around them. The contrast between the intensity of the previous night and this simple, almost domestic moment was curious even to him. The kitchen, with its soft sounds and the lingering aroma of breakfast, seemed a place too far removed from conspiracies, magic, and political games.
He finished another piece of bread before speaking again.
"So the reception is tonight."
Ingrivid nodded slightly.
"Yes."
Damon rested his elbow on the table, looking at her with a more focused interest now.
"I imagine that means the activity at Arven Manor has already begun early this morning."
"It began even before dawn."
She replied directly, as always.
"Extra servants have been called in, kitchens are operating at full capacity, and guards are being repositioned to handle the influx of guests."
Damon let out a small sound of approval. "Controlled chaos."
"Completely."
