The dining hall gleamed in the gentle afternoon light, golden tones spilling through the tall stained-glass windows and catching in the polished marble floor. Silver platters sat upon the long, carved oak table, steaming with dishes and desserts. The aroma of herbs lingered in the air, mingling with the subtle metallic scent of fresh blood in the goblets.
Vincenzo, seated at the head, maintained his usual composed posture, his gaze sweeping the hall once with careful vigilance, leaving nothing unnoticed.
The murmur of servants attending the table faded when Lady Cassia's voice cut through the quiet. "I have sent the invitations for the upcoming ball," she said, her voice smooth but edged with a subtle sharpness. "I also sent the list of invitees. If you are interested, you can review it in your work chamber."
Vincenzo lifted his gaze but did not meet hers directly, one brow arching. "When is the ball?"
