Chapter 147: A messy drama
The banquet hall was grand, with tall white columns and golden chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The long dining table, covered in fine blue silk, stretched across the room, set with golden plates, crystal goblets, and tall silver candelabras. A row of white roses and blue lilies ran down the centre, their sweet scent mixing with the rich aroma of roasted meats and spiced wine.
Seated at the table were only the royal family and two foreign royals, a prince and a princess from a neighbouring kingdom. The conversation was light, but the air was thick with unspoken words, especially from the queen, who sat at the head of the table, dressed in the finest silks, her sharp eyes scanning the room for anything to criticize.
The room was rather harmonized except for Abrielle, who was not particularly enjoying the dinner. Cedric sensed her discomfort, but unfortunately, they couldn’t leave now. The main meal was yet to start since Lucian was yet to arrive, and Princess Sapphire’s words created a sense of tension.
Then, the grand doors swung open announcing the arrival of Lucian.
The crown prince walked in, his deep-blue coat embroidered with silver, his every step strong and confident. But what stole the breath from the room was Callista, walking beside him in a flowing sapphire gown, her silver hair shining under the candlelight.
A heavy silence fell over the table. Queen Eleanora looked extremely vexed seeing Lucian with Callista in a dinner dress. The most annoying part was that they were both dressed in blue, and Callista looked very stunning, more than even Princess Sapphire.
The guests were puzzled by this; Lucian made his way in with his date into the banquet hall. Callista gripped Lucian’s hand, her hold slightly trembling, knowing this was going to be a bad idea.
The foreign princess gasped softly. The foreign prince raised a brow in mild amusement. The king stilled, unreadable. And the queen’s face twisted in sheer disbelief, her fingers tightening around her glass.
Lucian was supposed to return alone Yet here he was, bringing a priestess as his date.
Abrielle, however, was not stunned. No, she saw this for what it was the start of a grand mess. Her lips curled slightly as she took a slow sip of wine, her eyes glimmering with mischief. Cedric, on seeing her change in mood, was amused by her behaviour. It was rather cute that she found amusement in this. His gaze was calm when he saw Callista walk in.
Their eyes met briefly, and something flickered in Callista’s gaze, which didn’t skip Abrielle. Her mood was almost ruined, but then she reminded her that this was how it was meant to be. Cedric was meant to be jealous, and she should not care because she didn’t care about Cedric.