On another plate lay a delicately baked trout, brushed with herb butter and garnished with thin slices of lemon.
The four took their seats in silence.
Princess Astrid turned to the knights standing guard and the nobles nearby.
"The day's business is done. After dinner, you may return to your chambers and rest."
Grateful for the reprieve, the delegation quietly saluted and moved to their own table.
Michael and his companions began their meal.
Duke Capone lifted a glass of wine, inhaling its fragrance with satisfaction.
"A day like this calls for wine. To the empire yet to come!"
He raised his glass, and the others followed suit.
Astrid took a spoonful of the stew and tasted it thoughtfully.
"Quite excellent. The chef deserves praise."
"The lamb is also superb," Alfred added with his usual bluntness as he cut into his meat.
Duke Capone, momentarily taken aback, coughed and quickly sipped his wine.
'Did that old man just give a compliment? Wonders never cease…'
