Two Days Later
Duke Thompson residence
The chandeliers sparkled like captured stars above the assembled guests. Gold-threaded banners fluttered against marble walls, and long tables groaned under the weight of roasted game, glazed fruits, and jeweled pastries. Music drifted from the minstrels' corner, cheerful yet carefully restrained, perfectly curated to match the tone of Duke Thompson's feast.
It was not a royal celebration, yet nearly the entire court attended.
Duke Thompson stood at the head of the table, clad in dark green velvet and draped in measured grief. His hair was swept neatly back, his face wearing an expression that was both somber and noble.
The toast he gave was eloquent—mournful, even.
"To change is painful," he said solemnly, "but it is sometimes necessary for the good of the kingdom. We must honor duty above desire, unity above pride."
