The grand meeting room of the Grafen castle was filled with a sense of foreboding, as Lyan sat at the head of a large table, the message from the crown prince spread before him. Beside him, Surena and Wilhelmina leaned in, their faces etched with curiosity. Wilhelmina's brows were furrowed as she read through the parchment, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"It's just a formal request," Wilhelmina finally said, her voice a mix of confusion and frustration. She looked up at Lyan, her eyes narrowing. "Lord Evocatore is cordially invited to the royal banquet hosted by Crown Prince Erich. That is all it says. Why did the messenger seem so... urgent?"
Surena, who was standing beside Lyan, crossed her arms and frowned. "There's definitely something more going on here," she muttered, her sharp eyes meeting Lyan's. "This doesn't make sense. It doesn't match the tension I felt from the messenger."
