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“I’ve been celebrating since this morning!” Emmett announced cheerfully, tipping his half-full glass toward the person nearest him. Standing on the steps leading from the castle to the garden, he had a good view of everyone who was heading back into the castle to enjoy the celebrations and those who were stepping outside for a moment of fresh air. “Can you believe I missed the banquet last year? I was up north. I was so torn up about it. I hate to miss a good party.”
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“I’m so glad you were able to make it tonight,” Sylvia smiled, the Summers’ End Banquet was a long-standing tradition, and she was taking full advantage of that fact to speak with as many of her subjects as she could. She wanted to assess how the nobles and people she rarely got to interact with were feeling since her parents’ passing, so she was mingling amongst the crowd freely, her personal guard standing a respectful distance back while keeping a watchful eye on her. “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself? I hear the food is to die for, but I haven’t had a chance to try it myself yet.”
Really, what was a banquet for, if not for Rosamund to show off her beautiful new custom-made silk gowns in front of the entire kingdom? She and her ladies had spent nearly the entire afternoon making sure she looked absolutely perfect, and in her own personal opinion, she had never looked lovelier (a very high bar, if she did say so herself). Everyone else was surely quaking with envy, and not only because of the gown. But then, disaster struck: some clumsy noble, she didn’t see who, passed too close, bumping her arm and forcing her to spill the glass of red wine she had been holding -- all over her light pink gown. “Oh no,” she moaned, looking down at the stain in despair. “Oh no, oh no, no, no. You!” She grabbed the person closest to her, disregarding propriety somewhat in favor of hopefully salvaging this potential fashion nightmare. “Help me.”
Jia stood on a balcony overlooking the gardens, admiring the way the evening light cast a golden glow over the finely manicured lawn, stretching the shadows of the people strolling along the pristine walkways. “While it does not compare to the gardens of Ryhule’s palace, the Oscana’s gardeners must be very skilled to make such beauties grow in such an unforgiving climate.”
This was, by far, the most nervous Jasper had ever been. No battle at sea, no blackmail, no anything could compare to this moment. It was his first gathering since the affair was announced, and he knew that all eyes were on him. The crown princess wanted him by her side, which meant that if all went according to plan, Jasper would one day be king. He could feel eyes on him, judging his every move. Normally, he would have thrived under such pressure, but he wasn’t just representing himself. He was representing Sylvia and her choices as well. Making a bad impression could mean even more catastrophe for her.
“Ah! You made it. I’m glad to see the celebrations are going off without a hitch.” Jasper was doing his very best to remain cordial to all, despite the way his stomach twisted with nerves. “Have you had any of the wine yet? It’s the best I’ve ever tasted.”
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The news of a sudden death at the banquet struck Morwena speechless for a brief moment — this whole time she had been wary, quietly thinking to herself that this might be the perfect opportunity for someone to strike again ( under the assumption that the monarchs had not died naturally ). And then it happened — but she hadn’t actually wanted anyone to DIE. And though the crowd had been reassured that everything was fine, that the feast would continue despite the brief respite, Morwena was uneasy. Her gut was telling her not to be so easily convinced, as it had when the king and queen had been announced dead. She downed the rest of her goblet in an almost unladylike fashion, theories bouncing around in her head, before turning to the person nearest her. “No doubt all are quite sober now,” she couldn’t help but quip, arching a brow and hiding her distress well.
When Westley arrived at the port of Oscana that week, he was in terribly higher spirits than usual; the Summers’ End Banquet was quickly approaching and he was admittedly rather excited. Donned in his extravagant new robes from the Capital City marketplace, Captain Wes sat at a banquet table, a silver chalice in his rough hands. When he looked up, a smile appeared on his features and he raised his drink at the familiar visage, finishing it soon afterwards. “Aye! Long time no see!” He gave a nod, a laugh leaving his lips. “Come! Sit! I haven’t been on land in months and I am dying to hear how things are in lovely Oscana court. Tell me, how are you enjoying yourself this evening?” Wes raised a brow and reached for two goblets of wine from a servant’s platter, offering one of them to his companion.
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It was determined by the royal physician that the nobleman from Ryhule died of natural causes, although rumors of poison and assassins lurking in the night are still swirling around court. His body has been returned to the Ryhulian contingent for repatriation.
Tensions are still high in the court, and a contingent of soldiers that arrived to provide additional security for the banquet has been asked to stay on for a time, until things are less uncertain. The Oscanan navy is still on alert, in case Ryhule decides to retaliate.
With the banquet over, life returns to normal, or as normal as things can be in Oscana right now. Negotiations of the treaty have resumed, and life in the court will go on.
