Chapter 81

Thorian lounged in the opulent palace, an air of weariness enveloping him, his boredom palpable. Seated solitarily at the expansive dining table, an assembly of diligent servants orchestrated a symphony of culinary indulgence, adorning the surface with an array of sumptuous dishes.

Perplexed by the conspicuous abundance, Thorian's quizzical eyebrows ascended like the gates of inquiry. His voice, laced with a tapestry of sarcasm and frustration, cut through the dining ambiance, questioning the necessity of such a feast. "Is my mother and fifty more joining me for breakfast?" he inquired, scrutinizing the diverse offerings before him.

A servant, head bowed in deference, responded to the royal query, "No one else is coming for breakfast, my prince. The queen and others had some meetings to attend." Thorian, unappeased by the explanation, scoffed at the excess. "Then why all this?" he retorted, gesturing towards the profusion of culinary delights.

Silence clung to the room as the servants