"Mereth sael? [Meal break]" Aithara asked, looking at the rising tension.
"Mereth sael. [Meal break]" Alerith agreed.
"Okay, everyone, this discussion has gotten quite heated; I think it's time we all took a break from politics and delved into something I believe everyone loves: a good meal." The crisp sound of two claps punctuated the clear social pivot, one that everyone there was willing to welcome.
Within a couple of breaths, palace attendants filed into the gazebo, setting dishes and arranging needed cutlery before the royal couple and other dignitaries with practised precision. The atmosphere, which had been taut only moments before, gradually loosened as the aroma of freshly prepared food filled the gazebo. A few of the diplomats exchanged quiet remarks amongst themselves, while others simply watched the attendants work.
The butler, a vibrant man despite his older nature, stepped closer to the table as the palace attendants moved out at an unhurried pace.
