Louis's inauguration feast finally commenced amidst a cold wind.
From all over the Northern Territory, the nobility arrived one after another, examining the unusual castle while whispering to each other.
This "castle," built only in a few months, wasn't particularly attractive looking, even... somewhat ugly.
It was simply a cylindrical shape, with only some small engravings as decoration, resembling more of a makeshift military fortress built out of the snow.
But once they stepped into the banquet hall, all impressions dramatically shifted.
It was a spacious domed hall, with polished red gold stone slabs covering the floor, and flames dancing warmly in the fireplaces all around, keeping the winter night's chill at bay.
Over a dozen handmade iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling, with magic powder mixed in the lamp oil, so the light burned softly and non-intrusively, like sunlight on snow.
