The banquet hall was alive tonight. Merriment and music filled the air, combined with the mouthwatering scent of roasted meat and spiced wine.

Nobles indulged themselves in exquisite dishes while clinking glasses, toasting to a kingdom they barely knew.

Myra stood outside, watching through the windows, her heart aching with pain and fury.

All this luxury, celebration, laughter, were once in her world. She had sat at tables that glimmered under chandeliers, drinking and eating fine food. ...