It was already evening. The bright, hot sun had completely set. The sky outside the large glass windows was a deep, dark purple, dotted with early, twinkling stars.
Inside the Benson mansion, the atmosphere was incredibly peaceful and completely quiet.
Camilla was eating dinner alone in the dining room. The long, dark wooden table was polished so well it reflected the warm, glowing light of the tall white candles.
She sat comfortably in a soft, padded chair, wearing a simple, light yellow evening dress. After the intense drama, the dust, and the archery lesson at the military camp earlier today, she was very happy to just sit in the quiet house.
She used a small knife to carefully cut a piece of tender roasted chicken. She took a bite and chewed slowly, enjoying the rich, savory flavor. Beside her plate was a crystal glass filled with cool, sweet fruit juice. It was a perfectly calm, relaxing evening.
Suddenly, the doors of the dining room opened quietly.
