I bowed, instinctively.
And not just me, everyone did.
Every head in the hall was kept down, be it the fragile commoners or the mighty Dukes all of them kept staring at the floor, as if looking up was a grave sin in itself.
And the space, it kept trembling.
Before a ripple so gentle that it felt out of the place passed through the hall.
Keeping my head down, I watched with bated breath...
The floor, the marble floor that had a peach-colored design on it, changing. From bare peach to red, a bright red.
But that was just the start of abnormalities.
Even with my meager senses, I could feel it, the guests were moving, no, they were being moved, away from us.
And before, I could make any sense of the situation, I heard a voice that resounded through my very being itself.
"Rise."
It was a single word.
And yet, it resounded like an irrefutable command.
