The afternoon slowly slipped into twilight as the palace messengers traversed corridors and gardens, announcing the invitation from the new king. It was neither an order nor a solemn proclamation; it was a simple, sincere gesture.
Tarik invited them to dinner.
Not just as a king, but as someone who had awakened thanks to them.
The great hall was prepared without excessive ostentation. The ivory stone of the palace reflected the light of the chandeliers as if it were still getting used to its new form. On the tables appeared berries, freshly baked bread, bluish crystal goblets filled with delicate nectars, and dishes that evoked both the fairy realm and flavors of the human kingdom.
Lissana entered accompanied by Eren.
He walked calmly, with the attentive stillness of someone who has r
