{Melisa}
The stage sat in the center of the square, draped in layers of purple and gold fabric that sparkled like freshly polished jewels under the midday sun.
[Man, Malachim really went all out with the presentation, huh?]
Behind it, a line of chairs for the noble guests gleamed, their polished wood and velvet cushions screaming wealth and status.
Lord Malachim, in dazzling golden robes, stood at the edge of the stage, gesturing back and forth like an orchestra conductor.
