Even the tableware had changed.
The ornate golden plates bearing the Valerian royal crest had disappeared, replaced by finely crafted porcelain decorated with subtle silver patterns.
The crystal goblets looked lighter, more refined, while the polished cutlery reflected the sunlight pouring through the windows instead of candlelight.
Her attention drifted upward.
For as long as she could remember, the windows had almost always remained hidden behind layers of thick embroidered curtains.
Her father had disliked excessive sunlight inside the palace, insisting that the curtains remain drawn except during special occasions.
The dining hall had therefore existed beneath an almost permanent glow of chandeliers and candles, giving everything a heavy, enclosed feeling regardless of the season.
Now there were no curtains at all.
The room breathed.
