Stella led them toward the dining hall, her pace calm and measured despite the countless thoughts racing through her mind.
Moments later, the maids appeared, carrying steaming dishes and carefully arranged them across the table.
The rich aroma of the meal quickly filled the room, creating an atmosphere that was surprisingly peaceful considering everything that had happened recently.
Without any preamble, they settled into their seats and began to eat. For Stella, matters as sensitive as the attack and everything connected to it deserved proper attention.
Such discussions were not things she wanted to rush through carelessly. If there was one thing she had learned throughout the years, it was that important conversations were best held when everyone involved possessed a clear mind and a settled heart.
As much as countless questions clawed relentlessly at her heart and demanded immediate answers, she forced herself to remain patient.
