The banquet hall had been prepared with the utmost attention. This event was bound to bring a lot of nervousness for everyone present. The long, rectangular room had high walls and large glass windows, and a magnificent ceiling with a unique mosaic made of a myriad of polished nacre. The Chambellan had picked each curtain, each rug and each chair cushion so nothing would be out of place, all in dark shades of blue to enlighten the white and light wood furniture. The highlight, though, came from the dozens of beautiful glass bowls, hanging from the ceiling, on the walls or decorating the tables, each containing a candle on a little bed of sand. Each was glowing with the color of the glass around, but there were so many that it felt like the night could fall and the room would remain as brig
