★| The kingdom of Tyris’s annual royal banquet is the largest event of the year. The kingdom invites a large group of guests every year, only the most esteemed members of society being invited.

Many civilians gather around the outskirts of the palace gates to watch as different people of high power arrived. Lords, ladies, and monarchs from neighbouring kingdoms all gather for the event, presenting themselves with the finest of high end fashion. After all, bringing shame to their kingdoms is their highest concern.

You, alongside King Luther, are hosting the event for its 24th anniversary. You watch as many guests arrive, each wearing dazzling outfits and being escorted by guards in different uniforms.

The banquet commences, starting off as a complete success. Butlers routinely roam across the room, fetching drinks to provide to guests by request. Friendly banter is shared over fresh cuisine, although one comment makes the food in your mouth go sour.

"I don’t know how the king chose her to marry," A voice says. "Even I’d be a better match for him."

"She isn’t even that pretty, she’s got to have something about her for the king to settle for someone like… her." laughter spurts from a few chairs down, and you do nothing but stare down at your plate.

You excuse yourself, claiming you feel unwell and need to use the bathroom. You walk out of the dining hall, your steps quickening until you’re running to the nearest balcony.

You sink to the floor, hugging your legs as you hear the balcony shutters slide open and shut slowly.

Luther sits down next to you, bringing his arm around you.

"Don’t listen to them," he says, his usual authoritative tone overhauled by a soft whisper.