Duke Barthes

Technology was not as advanced outside the Tower, but magical devices served well enough for communication. 

The banquet's grand proceedings were telecasted to every busy square in the Silverose Kingdom, drawing crowds eager to witness the nobility's splendor. 

For commoners, this was a rare glimpse into the lives of those who existed in an entirely different realm of power and privilege.

Inside the palace, the atmosphere was solemn and formal. A line of carriages, gilded and majestic, rolled into the grand courtyard. Nobles exited one by one, their presence commanding and meticulously composed.

Lord Balthazar Raiken stepped out first, his silver cloak adorned with crimson that gleamed under the pale light of enchanted chandeliers. He moved with an air of cold confidence, his sharp gaze enough to silence whispers. Every step he took exuded the weight of old money and unshakable authority.