Class Lunch

As we approached the dining hall, the grand double doors swung open, revealing a majestic room bathed in the warm, inviting light of crystal chandeliers. The light danced off the crystal prisms, casting sparkling patterns on the walls. The table was an opulent display, adorned with fine china, polished silverware, and rich, embroidered linens. The aroma of an exquisite feast filled the air, mingling scents of roasted meats, fresh bread, and delicate spices.

The royal family was already seated, their presence commanding the room. At the head of the table sat the Emperor, his bearing regal and imposing. His eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the room with an authoritative air. Beside him, Empress Helana exuded a serene, composed authority. Her gaze, calm and observant, softened slightly when it met mine, revealing a hint of warmth behind her regal facade. Princess Adelia, radiant and graceful, acknowledged me with a small, welcoming smile.