Dinner was grand. Quite grand. Far more so than what was ever had at the kingdom. The table was dark, and long sleek black stone that possessed marble-like accents of silver and amethyst with statuesque displays of sweet morsels, vibrantly colored vegetables and, different sorts of exotic meats, that I knew no name of.
It was a fantastic feast, and far more food than the nine of us could ever consume. It was almost as if we were having more than just a simple dinner. It was almost as if we were celebrating something.
As both Nixon and I enter the grand dining hall, everyone else began to arrive as well.
“Good evening all,” greeted Killian as he entered the room. Everyone murmured their greeting as they cautiously took in their surroundings.
I don’t think any of us would ever stop
