Garius, Lady Francesca, Lady Garcinia, and Lady Phenelopie sat in the lavishly decorated meeting room, enjoying tea and freshly baked biscuits. The tranquil atmosphere contrasted sharply with the preparations for the grand celebration set for the next day.
Marcellus and Cedric stood near the entrance, their expressions serious and hands resting on their weapons. Surrounding them were elite guards in gleaming armor, skilled mages under Marcellus's command, and Cedric's paladin unit, their polished shields reflecting the chandelier light.
Garius took a sip of his tea, a faint smile on his lips, when a distant scream pierced the stillness. He chuckled softly, setting his cup down. "It seems everything is under control."
Francesca, ever composed, returned his smile, tilting her head in curiosity. "By the way, darling, I haven't seen our youngest son. Where is Javier?"
