The feast continued its steady rhythm around them, the hall filled with the pleasant hum of conversation, the clink of wine glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter from various clusters of guests. The atmosphere had settled into something comfortable, almost relaxed—a celebration that no longer felt forced or overly formal, but rather like a genuine gathering of people marking the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.
After Nathan had finished speaking with Arsinoe and Cleopatra, watching the delegation make their way toward whatever preparations needed handling before their departure, he found himself approached by another familiar figure.
