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Rouen entered the grand chamber.

A cheer went off as the cork popped off a massive bottle of vintage wine. People shouted with glee and clanged mugs of ale in a frenzy of movement.

Music echoed through the room. A troupe of famed musicians played their instruments from a pedestal. A magician had conjured up a miniature sun above them, radiating light without heat. Around them people danced in a circle to the tune of their music. 

Rouen eyed the colorful outfits people wore to the festivities. The shining lights from the conjured sun only made them look more prominent.

Around the dancing courtiers the high nobles of the kingdom sat at long tables. They conversed with each other and merrily drank wine, occasionally pointing and laughing at each other or the courtiers dancing in the center. 

Amidst the celebrations few seemed aware of his presence. Wearing his dull blue brown garb it was a fact Rouen preferred.

As he passed by the laughing nobles he twitched an eyelid. His eyes narrowed and his mouth drooped into a frown.

He sighed and walked up to his own seat at the table shared by the King, his family, and the Kingsguard. His chair was the one furthest from the King's seat, an obvious indication of their current relationship.

He slid his flask into a pocket and picked up a goblet of wine. He took a sip and looked around the crowd for familiar faces.