Wedding hall.
Thirheria.
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Suddenly,
The grand hall of the castle, once a picture of opulent celebration, had taken a sudden and dark turn. The air, previously filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, was now thick with a sense of impending dread. The focal point of the revelry had shifted to Adele's father, whose intoxicated state had rendered him both boisterous and reckless.
He started swaying slightly on his feet, had risen from his seat with an air of false grandeur. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, not from the joy of the occasion, but from an excess of alcohol. His once-proud demeanor had become a slovenly display of inebriation. With a hiccup and a loud, slurred voice, he began to boast about his new position, his words punctuated by erratic gestures.