Irina led Astron into the grand dining room, her steps confident, though the faint tension in her shoulders betrayed her awareness of the stakes. The room was elegantly lit, the flicker of Emberheart flames casting a warm, controlled glow across the polished mahogany table, which was set meticulously for three.
At the head of the table sat the largest chair, the seat of the Matriarch, a subtle reminder of her authority over this gathering. Across from it, two smaller yet equally refined chairs faced each other, reserved for Irina and Astron.
They approached their places, and Irina gestured for Astron to sit. He took his seat without hesitation, his movements steady, his expression composed. Irina sat opposite him, smoothing out her dress as she did so, feeling a flicker of pride as she noted his calm demeanor.