The winter sunset's remaining light streams into the deep Knight Hall, this fortress that Duke Nedbach invested heavily in constructing, yet now lacks the bustling atmosphere of its inception.
The narrow, pointed-arch windows break the sunlight into strips of beams, illuminating the Lanfeng family crest held in hand, surprisingly presenting a pale purple hue.
Sitting in the high-backed seat beside the main chair, Abbot impatiently taps the tabletop with his index finger.
Soldiers filling the sides of the pillars line the hall like a corridor, and on both sides of the bright red wool carpet are two neat rows of powerful vassals and ministers of the court.
The hall is silent at the moment, with a silence somewhat desolate.
The vassals and courtiers bow their heads, occasionally turning to see if Duke Nedbach has arrived at the main chair.
Unfortunately, they waited from the orange sunlight to the red, yet the Duke's grand arrival never came.
