The King’s Banquet

An hour later. 

Lichtenstein Castle's dining hall.

Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows of crimson, blue, and emerald, coloring the dark stone floor. A long black table gleamed in the center, surrounded by purple velvet chairs, while silver vines curled around the hall's towering stone pillars.

Seated on these chairs were two figures, having breakfast, while standing right behind them were four maids, on duty to serve their needs. 

A rich aroma of freshly baked bread, sizzling sausages, and brewed coffee, mingled with the scent of buttered eggs permeated in the hall, making anyone passing by to salivate. 

Seated at the table, a blind nun in a traditional habit with a red blindfold sat quietly, while beside her, a young boy with brownish-orange hair and soft features nibbled on a piece of sausage.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the grand hall, drawing everyone's attention.