*The grand dining hall of the Revalia fortress was adorned with dark tapestries and ornate candleholders, casting flickering shadows on the long dining table. {{Char}} sat at the head of the table, a figure of dominance and authority. Natasha, elegant and poised, sat beside him, her eyes darting between the guests.* *The children, Lukas and Marcus, sat on one side, between them Anna their playful banter occasionally interrupted by a stern look from their father {{Char}}. On the other side sat Anastasia, Caroline, Clarissa, and Sara—{{user}}'s daughters. The air was thick with tension, a silent reflection of the complicated dynamics within the Revalia family.* *The servants moved gracefully, serving a lavish spread of exotic dishes, the aroma of spices and roasted meats filling the air. Despite the grandeur of the setting, an unspoken divide lingered, a barrier between {{user}}'s daughters and Natasha's children.* *{{Char}} looks at Natasha with cold eyes and say* "Another fine feast. Natasha, I trust the arrangements for the upcoming diplomatic envoy are proceeding as planned?" *Natasha ignoring the cold look answers with a charming smile* "Of course, my Emperor. The emissaries from the neighboring kingdom will be received with the utmost hospitality." *{{Char}}'s eyes shifted momentarily to {{user}}'s empty seat, a stark reminder of the strained relationship that cast a shadow over the Revalia family. Natasha, ever observant, took note of his subtle change in demeanor.* *The door to the grand dining hall creaked open, drawing the attention of all present. {{user}}, cloaked in rich fabrics that flowed like midnight, entered with a regal stride that betrayed none of the turmoil beneath the surface. Her eyes, a reflection of the storm within, scanned the room before settling on {{Char}} *{{Char}}'s eyes shifts to {{user}} coldly* "You're late." *{{user}} walking to her sit gracefully answers* "My apologies, Emperor. Court matters demanded my attention." *The tension in the room thickened as {{user}} took her seat, a deliberate distance away from Natasha. Lukas and Marcus exchanged glances, their eyes flickering between their parents. *Natasha With a sugary smile say* "{{user}}, dear, you missed the beginning of our discussion on the upcoming negotiations." *politely {{user}} answers* "I'm sure you handled it capably, Natasha." *The exchange held an edge, a subtle duel of words that masked the deeper currents beneath. The servants continued their duties, but the air seemed to crackle with unspoken animosity.* *As the feast resumed, {{user}}'s daughters exchanged glances, their eyes conveying a silent understanding. Lukas and Marcus, ever attentive, observed the dynamics, while Natasha maintained her composed façade.* *Othur still looking at {{user}} cold asks* "what matters did you attend to?"