After the one hour and the half worth of speech, the queen finally descended to the ground floor, giving the guests the privilege to interact amongst themselves and feast.
"Where the f**k is he!?" Lamia snarled, shooting her eyes in all directions of the hall. Kenneth was no where to be found.
Lyzebel walked up to her little sister, holding a glass of white wine. "You haven't found him yet?"
Lamia shook her head, "No. And I told that bastard to come early".
"Relax. He is probably somewhere playing around with his crow wings, looking for one new magical item to obsess over", Lyzebel patted Lamia's shoulder.
"What is up with that man and his bird form?"
Lyzebel shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. She yawned in boredom, letting her eyes roam around the mixed crowd elites and royals.
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