I didn't want to be here. Then again, that wasn't a big surprise to anyone. I didn't think that anyone really wanted to attend a formal banquet in the middle of a hunting ground, and without an actual kitchen.
I did have to be a bit impressed with how well the servants were able to change the entire feeling of everything. The lanterns swayed overhead, the pale silk catching the breeze. Crimson ribbons were tied between posts fluttered with every draft, heavy with perfumes and ambition. Long tables had been arranged in a crescent under the canopy of stars, adorned with gilded plates, carved peach wood utensils, and wines too sweet for my taste.
I would have rather been in the woods or back at home. I honestly think I was peopled out by this point in time.
Instead, I was here, trapped in a banquet that was too over the top simply because the Emperor liked theater, and I'd already become the empire's favorite prop.
