{Third Person}
As the evening continued, the banquet hall grew steadily livelier.
Conversations overlapped throughout the room as nobles, ministers, and distinguished guests moved freely between groups. The formal portion of the celebration was over, allowing everyone to relax and enjoy themselves.
Servants circulated constantly with trays of wine and refreshments, while musicians filled the background with elegant melodies that blended naturally into the atmosphere.
Alexander remained where he was, receiving a steady stream of guests who wished to offer birthday greetings.
Although he responded with his usual courtesy, his attention was not entirely on the conversations around him. More than once, his gaze drifted toward a particular corner of the hall.
Amara was standing with her friends.
For perhaps the first time since she had arrived in the Werewolf Kingdom, she appeared completely at ease. The tension that usually lingered around her seemed absent tonight.
