Chapter 28: The Tour II
The dining hall was beautiful.
Black marble ran like a river through the floor, flecked with veins of something that glowed faintly when you weren't looking directly at it. The table—long and proud—stretched down the center, polished to a mirror sheen.
Heavy chairs, each carved with perfection, lined the table. At the far end, a dais held a seat carved in a shape I could only describe as throne-adjacent—a chair that spoke of authority without silly flourishes.
Tapestries draped along the walls depicted feasts rendered in thread: banquets with platters of things I didn't recognize (and a few things I was certain had watched other things be eaten).
The lighting was a soft, faceted red-gold that made even ordinary bread look like a treasure. It was neat and yes, it could house a thousand people, but it was still beautiful.
Marrok gestured toward the full length of the room. "This is the dining hall. It has no other name."
I chuckled at that.
