The door to the private lounge opened by itself. The room was not as big as he expected, but it looked very luxurious. The first thing Ruvian noticed was how quiet it was.
The lounge had the shape of a half-moon, facing the grand amphitheater through a slanted dark glass window. At the center was a crescent-shaped sofa made of dark velvet. On both sides, there were low tables holding floating trays with fruit, wine, and thin crystal glasses.
It was a quiet kind of luxury.
Silvena walked in calmly. She moved her cloak aside and sat on the sofa with confidence. Irene followed behind her and sat next to her.
Meanwhile, Ruvian walked closer to the viewing glass without speaking. His reflection was faint on the enchanted surface. Below them, the hall looked wide and magnificent, like a stage prepared for a grand performance.
Silvena had already started pouring a drink into her glass.
"You are not going to sit?" she asked lightly before lifting the glass.
