We were actually going on a picnic.
I wasn't entirely sure how to process that information.
This was a family that settled disputes with intimidation, made decisions over bloodstained thrones, and considered mass executions a reasonable morning activity. And now they wanted to have a casual picnic?
I wasn't convinced.
Neither, it seemed, were my attendants.
Elira and Mara stood stiffly as the preparations unfolded before them, their expressions shifting between disbelief and sheer existential dread.
"They're packing a full banquet," Elira muttered, eyeing the golden platters being carefully arranged into an ornate picnic basket.
Mara, whose tolerance for absurdity had already been tested to its limits, exhaled through her nose. "Of course they are."
Meanwhile, I was trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever awaited me in this so-called "relaxing outing."
