Rosalind raised an eyebrow, her eyes fixed on the extravagant display of food before her. She sat in her opulent room, where she had been ushered by Lucas. The man insisted she rests before the upcoming event. Despite the recent unsettling events, her birthday party was still scheduled to take place. Lucas had brought her back to her tower and now presented her with yet another feast.
The display of food before Rosalind appeared deceptively ordinary at first glance. A large silver platter adorned with delicate lace doilies held an array of culinary delights.
Yet, as Rosalind's eyes scanned over the spread, she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it than meets the eye. It exuded an aura of enchantment, an undercurrent of mysticism that tickled her senses.
