In the hall where the grand dining room of the Riesenhart mansion was located, the light danced exquisitely with exquisite decorations. Silver candelabras and maná stones provided warmth, but even so, the surroundings felt quite cold, perhaps due to the gentle breeze that filtered through the windows.
The long wooden table shone elegantly under the glow of the chandeliers and the faint warmth of the candles, decorated with intricate details that highlighted a small family crest.
I crossed the threshold behind Alice and silently moved her aside.
The tension was immediate.
Eyes fell on me.
One after another.
Sharp, like blades.
At the head of the table, the marquis sat upright, his imposing figure commanding waves of pressure on all those around him. Today, he seemed even heavier than usual. His calm, steady eyes looked at me for just a moment before losing interest and returning to his glass of wine.
