The dining hall of the king's palace was grand, its ceilings high and adorned with detailed carvings. The scent of fresh bread, roasted meats, and sweet pastries filled the room as sunlight streamed through the tall windows. At the long table sat the king, his presence commanding even in the relaxed setting of breakfast. At the other end of the table, Prince Xavier sat, looking composed yet with an intensity in his eyes that never seemed to fade. Around the table, the alphas of various packs and their lunas were gathered, including Davian and Roseanne.
Roseanne sat next to Davian, her eyes occasionally flickering around the room, feeling slightly out of place amidst such high-ranking individuals. The alphas and lunas were engaged in quiet conversations, and although there was a friendly atmosphere, the tension from the previous night's attack lingered. She had managed to sleep well, but the memories of the rogue attack still felt raw.
