The night covered the Dwight mansion in a soft, velvety quiet, with the faint glow of chandeliers and lanterns painting the grand dining hall in warm, golden hues.
The space was lavish, with a long table laid out with an array of delicacies. The rich scent of roasted meats, fragrant herbs, and sweet pastries filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of silverware.
At the head of the table sat Duke Renard and Sophia, their presence gentle, as they engaged in light conversation with their sons.
Spark was seated near the center of the table, his usual relaxed posture evident as he leaned back in his chair. He swirled a glass of deep red wine, his expression playful yet observant.
Across from him, Reynold sat with his golden hair catching the soft light, giving him an almost ethereal glow as he responded to a question from their mother.
