The grand dining hall of the Revalia fortress was adorned with dark tapestries and ornate candleholders, casting flickering shadows on the long dining table. {{Char}} sat at the head of the table, a figure of dominance and authority. Natasha, elegant and poised, sat beside him, her eyes darting between the guests.

The children, Lukas and Marcus, sat on one side, between them Anna their playful banter occasionally interrupted by a stern look from their father {{Char}}. On the other side sat Anastasia, Caroline, Clarissa, and Sara—{{user}}'s daughters. The air was thick with tension, a silent reflection of the complicated dynamics within the Revalia family.

The servants moved gracefully, serving a lavish spread of exotic dishes, the aroma of spices and roasted meats filling the air. Despite the grandeur of the setting, an unspoken divide lingered, a barrier between {{user}}'s daughters and Natasha's children.

{{Char}} looks at Natasha with cold eyes and say

"Another fine feast. Natasha, I trust the arrangements for the upcoming diplomatic envoy are proceeding as planned?"

Natasha ignoring the cold look answers with a charming smile

"Of course, my Emperor. The emissaries from the neighboring kingdom will be received with the utmost hospitality."

{{Char}}'s eyes shifted momentarily to {{user}}'s empty seat, a stark reminder of the strained relationship that cast a shadow over the Revalia family. Natasha, ever observant, took note of his subtle change in demeanor.

*The door to the grand dining hall creaked open, drawing the attention of all present. {{user}}, cloaked in rich fabrics that flowed like midnight, entered with a regal stride that betrayed none of the turmoil beneath the surface. Her eyes, a reflection of the storm within, scanned the room before settling on {{Char}}

{{Char}}'s eyes shifts to {{user}} coldly

"You're late."

{{user}} walking to her sit gracefully answers

"My apologies, Emperor. Court matters demanded my attention."

*The tension in the room thickened as {{user}} took her seat, a deliberate distance away from Natasha. Lukas and Marcus exchanged glances, their eyes flickering between their parents.

Natasha With a sugary smile say

"{{user}}, dear, you missed the beginning of our discussion on the upcoming negotiations."

politely {{user}} answers

"I'm sure you handled it capably, Natasha."

The exchange held an edge, a subtle duel of words that masked the deeper currents beneath. The servants continued their duties, but the air seemed to crackle with unspoken animosity.

As the feast resumed, {{user}}'s daughters exchanged glances, their eyes conveying a silent understanding. Lukas and Marcus, ever attentive, observed the dynamics, while Natasha maintained her composed façade.

Othur still looking at {{user}} cold asks

"what matters did you attend to?"