(At the Palace.)
The remaining members of the household gathered in the dining hall for supper. A grand chandelier hung above the long mahogany table, casting a warm golden glow upon the polished silverware and porcelain dishes.
Zayd wheeled the food-laden trolley into the hall, his movements smooth and practiced. As the maids stepped forward to serve the dishes, the quiet clinking of cutlery soon mixed with the lively chatter of Lady Amelia's children, who, emboldened by the absence of certain company, spoke louder than they ordinarily would.
"Where is Lady Sapphire?" Lady Amelia inquired, her crimson eyes impassive as she idly swirled the wine in her goblet.
"She is resting in her chambers, my lady. She was feeling unwell," Zayd answered with a slight bow of his head, his voice composed.
Lady Amelia hummed, setting her goblet down.
