THE ROYAL GRAND HALL
THE BANQUET...
The large royal grand hall was decorated and furnished with extravagant designs. Salivating food and drinks set neatly over the tables, its salivating scent wafted the air.
Gentle, elegant music played, resonating through the vast hall. Guest chatter, laughter, and murmurs filled the air.
At the ambassador's wing, Toran checked his attire one last time in the large mirror. A small smile graced his lips as he ran his fingers through his dark hair.
"How do I look, Ugly?" he asked the girl standing behind him.
"You look perfect, master," she responded in a low voice.
"How could you say I look perfect when you have your head down?" he asked, snorting. "Are you that scared of me, Ugly?"
Nadia bit down on her lower lip. "A slave should be afraid of his
