Within the ancient and elegant room, the candles on the long table's candelabra flickered gently, casting a dim, yellowish light that draped everything in a dark gauze.
Everything around was clearly visible, yet there was a certain hazy and dreamy feeling.
Firina sat at the head of the table, slowly slicing the cooked beef on her plate with silver cutlery.
She picked up a piece, dipped it into the sauce beside her, and gently placed it in her mouth, chewing slowly.
The simple movement exuded an air of grace and composure.
Even the most demanding noble etiquette instructor could not find a single fault.
Sitting to her left, Lear also found it quite pleasing to the eye.
Even if one ignored all the halos around her, Firina was still the most dazzling woman he had ever seen.
That calmness, that noble elegance, that confident tranquility from within.
She stood far apart from ordinary noble girls by hundreds of leagues.
