When the king was done with his speech, he called all the servers to bring in the feast. The great hall clamored as fifty servants came in with huge trays and arranged them on the long table at the farthest corner of the hall. These were intended for those in lower noble ranks: Viscounts and Barons, and ordinary citizens who were given a special pass to enter the castle, like Aramis.
Meanwhile, the higher-ranked nobles remained seated at the front tables and waited for the servers to serve the food on their table themselves.
'Why were they seated with us?' Aurnia ranted in her thoughts while she remained composed on the outside.
She was even startled when this certain Lord Bryson pulled a chair for her to sit on. She took the offered seat nonetheless. However, at this point, she was already suspicious of what was really going on. She doesn't like how her mother and that duchess were smiling and whispering at each other while giving her and the boy next to her knowing smiles.
