Ramsey
I stood before the floor-length mirror in my room, watching as the servant meticulously adjusted my ceremonial attire for the Harvest Moon Festival, which would begin at midnight.
My room, which used to be a sanctuary, felt suffocating despite its size. My grandfather, Elder Eldric, stood near the tall windows, his cane lightly tapping the floor as he gazed at the servant intently, as if taking his eyes away would cause something to go awry.
Lenny—my Beta leaned against the small reading desk at the corner of my room, reviewing my itinerary for the evening and reminding me what I had to do or not while Cassidy lounged on the chaise, scrolling through her phone. Even the servant assisting me with my attire moved silently, yet managed to add to the suffocating atmosphere.
