Soft music drifted through the dining hall, played by a quartet of harpists nestled in an arched alcove.
Their fingers moved like water over the strings, weaving melodies that shimmered through the air—elegant, unobtrusive, and warm like the gentle kiss of the sun through stained glass.
The entire hall seemed to breathe in time with the music, its grandeur elevated by sound.
'Wow.'
The room itself was a masterpiece of imperial opulence. Vaulted ceilings soared above, painted with sweeping murals of royal triumphs and celestial scenes that seemed to ripple with life in the candlelight.
'I have to hand it to Lucius. He may be a jerk but...'
Enormous chandeliers dripped with crystal, catching every glimmer and scattering it like fragments of a dream across the marble floor below—so polished it mirrored the world above, a reflection of power and splendor.
'He really knows how to manage events.'
