You are not funny

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the palace, the call for dinner echoed through the halls. My stomach growled in response, reminding me of the intense trials I had endured that day. I made my way to the grand dining hall, my thoughts still swirling with Lady Isolde's final remark about children.

The dining hall was a magnificent space, adorned with intricate tapestries and chandeliers that cast a soft, golden light. The long table was set with an array of delectable dishes, their aromas tantalizing my senses. As I took my seat, I noticed a few familiar faces—servant who had become part of my daily life here.

But there was one face conspicuously absent: Seraphina's. I had hoped she would return by now, her presence a comforting constant amidst the palace's complexities.