The thralls moved quietly through the ballroom like phantoms dressed in human skin.
Their silver trays were balanced on their palms, laden with goblets filled with wine, and of course, something more.
They moved exactly like humans, bowing and smiling as they handed the drinks to the nobles.
None suspected the servants' empty eyes, or the way their smiles never reached their faces. After all, it was a common sight among some servants.
The orchestra's melody came to a soft halt, signaling the next part of the evening.
A quiet murmur rippled through the ballroom. Heads turned toward the gilded doors at the far end of the room, where two royal guards stood at attention.
"His Majesty, King Cillian Pendragon of Camelot!"
The announcement rang through the hall, and immediately, all conversation ceased.
The grand doors swung open, and King Cillian entered.
