As servants brought out their food, Melisa couldn't help but notice a peculiar sight.
Each dish, from the savory meats to the colorful vegetables, was being sprinkled with a fine, shimmering powder.
[What the hell is that?] Melisa wondered, her brow furrowing. [Some kind of fancy royal seasoning?]
She glanced across the table at Queen Melara, noting the way the monarch's lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyes narrowed as she watched Melisa with an expression that could only be described as barely concealed disdain.
[Well, someone's not thrilled about my presence,] Melisa thought wryly. [Guess I shouldn't expect a warm welcome from everyone.]
King Aldric, on the other hand, leaned forward, his eyes glinting with curiosity as he fixed Melisa with an intent gaze.
