Chapter 59 Seraphina

• I admit, in silence, the impeccable skill of Aria in organizing my party. The pathetic human fulfilled every instruction I gave with dedication, putting effort into every detail, shaping the hall to my height. At the center of the hall, some guests dance, moving with a fluid grace to the music played by the lycan musicians, whose talent reveals itself with every note. It is a hypnotic melody, almost mystical, reverberating through the hall, echoing off the marble columns. The music grows in intensity, blending with the muffled sound of laughter and conversation from those present. Everyone seems enchanted, hypnotized by the banquet and the festivities, a flawless spectacle carefully designed to honor me.
• The dinner, served with dishes so elaborately crafted they resemble works of art, features the most refined flavors the kingdom has ever known. Complex tastes dance on the tongue, prepared with rare ingredients by lycan chefs trained to impress even the most discerning palate. With every bite, my guests seem immersed in gastronomic ecstasy, while I watch, with a slight smile of superiority, the result of my sovereignty. Everything is perfect, exactly as I planned.
• Caelum stays close to me, attentive, but his presence is almost suffocating. He tries to please me, acting pathetically and submissively, as if somehow this could fill the emotional gap between us. Before we came to the hall, he sought me out in our chambers, and in a moment of desire, we gave in to a brief and calculated tryst. And even while he possesses me, I can feel the distance; his thoughts aren’t here with me. Of course, he fantasizes about Aria, just as I close my eyes and imagine that the one touching me is Karin. The irony of our secret fantasies never fails to make me chuckle inside.