Flipping the Table

Third Person's POV

The atmosphere inside the sprawling dining hall dropped to freezing the second the servant stepped away, leaving the space in front of Wren bare. No plate. No silverware. Just the stark, unforgiving expanse of the pristine white tablecloth.

Every movement in the room ground to a halt. It felt as though the air itself had been sucked out of the space, leaving them all suspende