Lyon was slightly surprised as he observed Lumina's impeccable table manners. Despite knowing she was a princess, just like Luna, he never thought he would witness such refined etiquette from her. Lumina, with her dragon-like instincts and sharp intuition, gave Lyon a cold glance before returning to her meal. Lyon smiled wryly, shaking his head as he resumed eating.
King Thalor, seated at the head of the grand dining table, glanced at Lyon with furrowed brows. The king's curiosity was evident, but he maintained a composed demeanor. He then turned his attention to Lyra, a gentle smile gracing his lips.
"Young mistress Lyra," King Thalor began, "we are very pleased to have you here."
Lyra nodded gracefully, her movements fluid and poised. "The honor is mine, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice carrying a melodic quality that seemed to enchant everyone present.
