The Monroe Family was an ancient and illustrious house.
In Aethelgard, they were a clan with a century of history.
For Old Master Monroe's seventieth birthday, the Monroe Family's banquet was a grand and bustling affair.
All of Aethelgard's prominent clans, financial magnates, and powerful figures were in attendance.
For these great clans, a banquet was as much about maintaining relationships as it was a convergence of resources.
Zenith
Roman West glanced up several times at Aiden Pierce, who was engrossed in his work, but hesitated to speak.
"Come on, man. We've been friends since we were kids in diapers. If you have something to say, just spit it out!
You've been scowling ever since I walked in!
You're hurting my feelings!"
Aiden Pierce finally looked up, his cold gaze meeting the other man's guilty expression.
"You're lucky we go way back, that we've been friends since we were practically in diapers!
