PROSE MODE.
Seth actually thought he might be the King. Well, he wasn't but the body he was in, is really A KING just not of the kingdom he'd teleported to right now.
They escorted them both to the stupendous dining hall, it was quite massive and meticulously decorated in real gold. It was then that he met the actual king, he sauntered in, arms wrapped around his stunning wife, his other arm wielding a scepter of pure gold.
They all took their seats at the table. Seth's eyes moved to the food as it was served, they actually were in something BC. Timewise.
Numerous maids trooped in plating the table with flagons of wine, roast beef, mutton and fish seasoned with things like cumin seeds, cassia and dill, cakes of figs and other things prepared from raisins and parched corn.
"Sister, I'm so glad you decided to join me for the Rosh Hashanah festival tomorrow!"
