Toast and Flirts

The grand banquet began in earnest, and the palace was alive with the vibrant hum of music, laughter, and mingling dignitaries. The grand hall glimmered under the warm glow of chandeliers, its golden arches reflecting the splendor of the evening.

Nobles from across Arcanoria and beyond conversed, their words laced with charm and hidden agendas, while servants moved deftly among the crowd, ensuring no glass was empty and no guest unattended.

At the head of the banquet table sat the Emperor, regal and commanding, his presence a steady anchor amid the sea of grandeur.

To his right sat Izan, exuding calm authority, and beside him was Elian, his posture slightly tense but his expression composed. The guests were abuzz with whispers, eyes often flicking toward Elian.

"He's beautiful," someone murmured behind a gilded fan.

"And rare," another added. "A Ferre. How fortunate Izan is to have him."