"This is your seat, Your Majesty." The soon-to-be king shows his most important guest his seat. His eyes quickly move towards the ladies who come with me. Gracefully and courteously, he showed them their seats, "And this table on my left side is where your seat is, ladies."
Riz glanced at the tables arrangement in this section of the hall. The round table on the right is for the lords and the left table is for ladies. Each seat has its predetermined owner.
From the decoration to silverware, plates, glasses and a variety of breakfast items served on the table, he can't estimate how much effort the count put in to make it perfect. Everything is here. Once he sits down, he has no reason to stand up anymore.
Compared to the lords' side, the tables that belong to the ladies are a bit cold and tense. He shuddered,
'Noblewomen is sure scary. Their eyes already start scanning Theodora and Charlotte from top to bottom. I hope they survived this banquet.'
