"Oh my," Meera muttered. "This is certainly a dinner of a rare kind."
Stepping into the dining hall, she was greeted by the intoxicating aroma of roasted meats, glazed root vegetables, and spiced wine. The long, rectangular table was already laden with an extravagant array of dishes. It was a feast fit for a king's banquet, utilizing rare spices and ingredients that would cost a commoner a year's wages. Yet, judging by the indifferent faces of the staff, it was merely an ordinary evening meal for Count Rubenhart.
Ulrich strode past the lavish spread without a second glance, taking his customary seat at the head of the table. The three sisters flanked him according to their usual arrangement. Airam sat quietly on one side, while Esther and Hermione took their places opposite her. Meera was guided to the far end of the long table, directly facing the Count. Edmar stepped forward to pull out a high-backed chair for her, and she settled into it with a gracious smile.
