The Diamond Vine – Private Tasting Room.
The is walls draped in black velvet, absorbing every sound and flicker of light, creating a silence so profound that it seems the outside world has vanished entirely.
The only source of illumination is a single floating orb, capturing the essence of moonlight and casting ethereal shadows across an elegant table where two men sit, Felix and a figure clad in shimmering silver.
Meet Prince Lysander Solaris, the 18th in line for the Avalonian throne.
He swirls his untouched Moonlit Mirage with an air of indifference, his striking violet eyee, the legendary Amethyst Gaze, fixed on Felix's impassive expression.
"Let's cut through the theatrics," Lysander says smoothly, his voice flowing like fine wine. "You didn't bring me here to chat about vintages."
Felix leans back casually, his golden cane resting against the table. "No, I invited you to discuss thrones."
A beat of silence hangs in the air.
