A while ago.
Inside the marble-clad halls of Velmoria Palace, the atmosphere shimmered with a strange kind of festivity.
Servants bustled about with silver trays and embroidered napkins.
Magical chandeliers floated above a long dining table that glittered with utensils no one would want to put in the dishwasher by accident.
King Lorian Velmoria stood at the head of the table, his golden crown shining faintly under the warm lights, his ever-serene smile stretched just a bit too wide tonight.
"Ah, what a rare occasion," he announced warmly, arms spread. "My beloved family and our distinguished guests... dining together. A moment worthy of celebration."
Selena raised an eyebrow.
She had spent her entire childhood and teenage years being ignored by this man—her father, apparently—and now he wanted to throw a "spontaneous" royal banquet like they were some sitcom family?
