Seraphine smiled, her eyes softening as she took my hand. "Let's go," she said, and together we made our way through the castle's grand hallways toward the dining room.
The stone walls echoed with our footsteps, the air filled with the lingering scent of incense and the faint aroma of dinner being prepared.
As we approached the dining room, the smell of roasted meats, seasoned vegetables, and freshly baked bread grew stronger, making my stomach rumble in anticipation.
I could hear the hustle and bustle of the kitchen staff as they put the finishing touches on what was sure to be a spectacular meal.
When we entered the room, the sight that greeted us was nothing short of breathtaking.
The long dining table was beautifully set, with fine china and polished silver gleaming under the soft glow of the chandeliers.
