Tap! Tap! Tap!
Selene's fingers drummed against the polished table with what could only be described as subtle impatience.
She lifted her wine goblet to her lips, taking a sip before setting it down.
Her emerald eyes surveyed the unfolding scene across the hall with an unreadable expression.
Then, a shadow fell across her table.
"Good evening, Lady Selene."
An aged man approached with the careful dignity.
His silver hair, combed neatly back, glinted under the chandelier's soft glow, and the deep lines around his mouth curved into a faint, diplomatic smile.
"May I?" he asked, gesturing toward the empty chair across from her.
Selene inclined her head graciously and drained the remainder of her wine. "Of course, Lord Harland. Please, join me."
He settled into the chair with the careful movements.
