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The air carried a faint scent of lavender and citrus, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked bread and spiced meats.
It was a room that seemed to breathe with its own rhythm, inviting both comfort and reverence.
Cheska's gaze headed to the person who stood out from the rest.
With indigo-hair and indifferent yellow eyes, not even looking in their direction, Elenoir Glandza was sipping on wine with an uncomfortable expression.
"You're here," Kayer spoke with a soft sigh. "Is there any occasion? It's rare to see everyone gathered."
"It sure is rare," Gregory Bourja-Glandza brushed his blond hair back with a smile. "Most people would think the family heads are planning treason."
He joked, his handsome face devoid of the strictness he had during the Banquet of Honors.
Everyone let out a short chuckle in acknowledgement of the joke, though Cheska was thinking seriously. They wouldn't... would they?