After a brief exchange with Kaland Ryan, Elendil and Charles gave them some space and returned to their places.
At the beginning of the banquet, everyone's conversations were merely polite small talk. No one discussed anything important.
It was only during the later wine reception, dance, and private exchanges that they would speak of matters everyone truly cared about.
What Charles cared about most right now was when he would receive his investiture as Lord of Silverleaf and return to his territory.
As for whether the elves should keep playing music and keep dancing, he did not care in the slightest.
The banquet gradually moved into its later stages.
The wine reception and dance began as well.
Bound by etiquette, quite a few female elves came to invite Charles to dance.
For most of the night, Charles scarcely had a moment free.
Fortunately, they were all female elves, and every one of them was exceptionally beautiful.
Most had slender figures, thin where they should be thin and soft where they should be soft.
Overall, it was a part of the evening Charles enjoyed immensely.
All night long, plump and slender beauties of every sort danced lightly in his arms. Even long afterward, the flavor of that experience would be worth savoring.
Not all of those female elves wanted anything to happen with Charles. Some merely wanted to get acquainted and share a dance.
But when the moon had climbed above the branches and the banquet atmosphere was at its hottest,
two squads of the Queen's elven guards arrived outside the hall.
Their arrival made many of the elves at the banquet look unusually expectant.
Even Charles, who was taking a break, felt some anticipation. "Is the Queen coming?"
Sure enough, amid everyone's expectant gazes,
the supreme ruler of the Avenor