The main salon of the imperial manor was bathed in soft light, dimmed by tall crystal chandeliers that sparkled on the ceiling. The walls, covered in light wood paneling, were adorned with tapestries depicting the ancient victories of the Empire.
The air carried a faint scent of beeswax and discreet incense with notes of cypress.
Although Adrian resided at the Academy only as a high-ranking student, the apartments of an imperial prince retained an opulence and order that spoke of ancestral power.
A long table carefully set occupied the center of the room. Refined dishes were arranged on it, still steaming, while a servant dressed in the austere uniform of the imperial house stood motionless near the door before stepping forward silently.
"This way, Lady Isabella. His Highness Prince Adrian is waiting for you," she announced in a low, respectful voice, bowing slightly before guiding the guest to the table.
