The dining hall of House Thorne gleamed beneath the soft glow of chandeliers. Gold-trimmed curtains framed tall windows, and the long table stretched across the room like a polished mirror of authority. The faint scent of roasted herbs and mana-infused candles filled the air.
Noel entered first, hands tucked into his pockets, followed closely by the four girls. All conversation stopped. Albrecht sat at the head of the table, posture straight as an iron blade, while the rest of the family—Serina, Mirelle, Kael, Damon, and Sylvette—turned to face them.
For a heartbeat, no one spoke. Then Elyra stepped forward with calm elegance. "Elyra von Estermont," she said smoothly, bowing her head slightly. "It's an honor to be received."
Elena followed with her usual grace, ears twitching faintly. "Elena von Lestaria, pleasure to meet you all."
Charlotte smiled warmly. "Charlotte, from the Holy Capital. Thank you for having us."
Selene kept her tone even. "Selene von Iskandar."