Evening, Cornwall.
The once majestic and tranquil City Lord Mansion now appeared busy and noisy.
Male servants were sweeping the courtyard and repairing brick walls damaged by the war, while maids were going in and out of the backyard, carefully placing a dazzling array of foods and cellared wines on the dining table, afraid of disturbing today's distinguished guests.
Similarly, Duke of Cornwall, Gorlois, was not at ease.
He sat with only half of his bottom on the chair, seemingly ready to stand up at any moment, with a somewhat exaggerated hospitable smile on his slightly chubby face, earnestly recommending the local specialties and the chef's skills to a few noble guests at the table.
In contrast, Duchess Igraine behaved more gracefully and generously. She poured wine for several people while chatting about the odd anecdotes of the Cornwall region, her pleasing appearance leaving no room for dislike.
