Just like in the matter with Earl Vaelis, in this case, the Prince seem to be rather bolder. Even after several failures, he never back down.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft silvery glow over the royal gardens. Prince Laethor spared no expense. Lanterns lined the paths, delicate strings of flowers hung from branches, and the scent of fresh blooms mixed with the aroma of an extravagant array of dishes. The garden was transformed into a dream-like setting. Rare delicacies were spread across the large table, and a string quartet played an elegant tune, their melody drifting gently in the evening breeze. Laethor had orchestrated every detail perfectly. It was a feast meant to impress, to sway. To win.
