The long oak dining table reflected the soft glow of candlelight, and an array of exquisite dishes was carefully arranged on a pristine white linen tablecloth. A fireplace in the corner emitted a warm, cozy heat, fueled by enchanted logs.
The opulence of the dining room was evident in the rich tapestries adorning the walls and the glittering crystal chandelier hanging overhead. Behind the family stood neatly dressed attendants, waiting silently to serve.
The meal began with a selection of light drinks, appetizers, and soup. At the center of the table sat a roasted duck glazed with honey, its golden-brown skin gleaming. The duck was stuffed with aromatic spices, dried fruits, and walnuts, and the juices pooled on the silver platter, releasing a tantalizing aroma.
Michael sipped the pumpkin soup before him, the creamy texture and subtle sweetness delighting his palate. But as he savored the flavor, he suddenly paused, his senses sharpening.
