Syria’s POV
“Alpha.”
My servant respectfully lowered his head upon entering my office before he began to speak. “It’s an invitation… for you and your husband,” he spoke softly.
I lifted an eyebrow, “For what reason?” I asked.
“It’s a banquet.”
“Alright, thank you. You can go now.”
Following a brief bow, he left, leaving me by myself with the fragile paper in my hands.
I carefully unrolled the scroll. The surface felt slick beneath my fingertips. I spoke the words out loud.
“You are cordially invited to attend a lavish feast in honor of the season. We would be deeply honored to have you with your husband as we come together with distinguished guests from various regions. The night guarantees an abundance of exquisite cuisine and the presence of notable guests.
We look forward to se
