The Grand Dining Hall glowed under the soft flicker of enchanted candelabras, their warm light dancing across the polished obsidian table and casting delicate shadows on the ornate walls.
The air carried the sweet scent of honey and butter, mingling with the savory aroma of roasted meats and fresh bread.
The table was laden with a lavish spread: platters of glazed pheasant, bowls of steaming root vegetables, and trays of delicate pastries. Though one dish stood out—a towering stack of golden pancakes, dripping with amber honey, placed before Lady Selene Bloodbane.
Selene sat at the table's far end, her golden eyes gleaming with delight as she sliced into her pancakes. Her silver hair shimmered in the candlelight, and a satisfied hum escaped her lips as she savored a bite, honey glistening on her fork.
"Perfection, just the way I like it," she murmured, her voice rich with contentment. "The cooks have outdone themselves tonight."
