Servants began streaming out of the grand kitchens in an endless, dizzying parade, carrying massive silver platters loaded with exquisite roasted meats, exotic spiced fruits, and towering delicate pastries.
The old Marquis immediately fell into conversation with the surrounding generals, laughing boisterously as he tore into a massive piece of venison, completely ignoring the elaborate dancing in front of him.
Despite the looming threat of the poison plot, Heena decided it was time to actually enjoy herself. She leaned back in her chair, swirling the rich, stolen royal vintage in her glass, completely amused by the absurdity of her surroundings.
