As the royals took their seats, the maids moved in perfect synchronization, flowing around the table like shadows.
Silver trays were laid gently before the vampires, carrying plates of expertly prepared raw steak, lightly seasoned and still warm. Crystal cups of blood tea were poured with steady hands, the deep red liquid releasing a faint, rich aroma.
Freshly baked bread, rare fruits from the outer territories, and delicate pastries followed luxuries reserved for the ruling class.
Aria and the other maids kept their eyes lowered, serving efficiently and silently, aware that even the smallest misstep would be noticed.
Despite the abundance of food, the tension at the table was unmistakable.
This was not a meal meant for comfort.
It was a gathering where every glance, every placement, and every pause carried meaning.
