From her elevated position above the throng, Luna surveyed the bustling scene below, her eyes wide and fists tight. Twin fires roared from massive fireplaces at either end of the hall. Luna found it perplexing at first, given vampires' cold-blooded nature. But Cederic had explained: they hosted guests from other realms, eager to align with the Vampire King.
The torches lining the walls cast a golden hue, reflecting off goblets, sword hilts, and dazzling jewels. Cup-bearers promptly refilled any emptied vessels, their contents forever flowing. Was it wine or blood that sparkled within?
"We're tardy," Cederic whispered. "The concubines have been introduced."
"The banquet seems underway," Luna remarked, her nose twitching at the meat's robust aroma.
Her stomach growled, a stark reminder of simpler times when her diet consisted of fish and fruits. Hastily, she pressed her hands against it, hoping to silence further protests.
