The midday sun filtered through thin clouds, casting golden light over the grand pavilion set at the center of the camp. The main tent—larger and more luxurious than the rest—had been rearranged to accommodate the gathering of all noble families. Velvet banners bearing each family crest hung from the tall poles that formed the circular structure, and the scent of polished wood and expensive parchment lingered in the air.
One by one, the heads of noble houses entered the tent, accompanied by their heirs. Lords, ladies, and future successors took their assigned seats, all arranged according to their family's prestige. Quiet murmurs filled the space—whispers of alliances, rivalries, and expectations.
The Thorne family sat close to the front, as tradition demanded from the host family. Lord Albrecht Thorne stood at the center of the room, arms behind his back, dressed in a deep black coat lined with crimson and gold.
