Plans at working.

The golden chandeliers in the dining hall at the royal estate in Valthora cast a warm, resplendent glow over the feast before Princess Seraphina. The long, polished ivory table glimmered under the light, adorned with delicacies prepared by the finest chefs—bird-like magical beasts and wild venison meat, accompanied by wild fruits decorated with sugar crystals. Seraphina had requested a meal light on the palate.

She sat at the head of the table, her crimson gown pooling around her. She sipped from her goblet, the rich red wine staining her lips. Bruce stood like a statue near her, waiting for her next command. Her gaze was fixed on Lucifer, seated near her. He had been silent since their earlier discussion, and she didn't know what was going through his mind.