I never imagined that sitting down to a lavish dinner could feel more like stepping into a labyrinth of intrigue than a moment of leisure. Yet as I push open the ornate doors of the dining hall, an uneasy weight settles at the base of my spine. Everywhere I look, across the polished floor, the richly patterned rugs, the glittering chandeliers overhead, I sense an undercurrent of preparation, as though each gleaming surface reflects a hidden intention.
Long tables and sideboards display platters of sumptuous meats, bowls piled high with ripe fruits glistening under the soft glow of candlelight, and carafes of wine so dark they appear to pulse like living shadows. The enticing aromas swirl together, peppery scents of roast, caramel notes of stewed vegetables, heady sweetness of honeyed des
