The Hightowers were dressed to impress, no coin had been spared for their entrance to this feast. They had an appearance to maintain, for once upon a time they had been related to the royal family and might still find themselves a suitable place among the dragons. Meredyth wore a dress of the softest pink, with flowers delicately stitched into the fabric, and lace drapery over her arms. The dress had cost someone a year of their life no doubt, some artist had tirelessly stitched each flower and carefully constructed the dress with sleepless nights and work. The Hightowers had paid handsomely for it, to be sure, the event it was meant to be worn at now a distant thought. Leon Hightower had planned to host an event to show his daughter as a potential bride to the lords of the realm, but here and now this coronation would do the same thing. He was sure that Meredyth would not leave this feast without a betrothal, one that would strengthen the force of their house.

Merry had braided her hair into a crown around her head and placed delicate pink silk flowers and pearls in the folds of the braids. The maid was complimented by her two brothers who were dressed in watered grey silks. Denys' blond hair was slicked back out of his face and his stubble shaved to show the angles of his face. He certainly was a handsome young man, the image of his father in his youth. Bennet was dark, while his siblings were fair, his brown hair had been combed and he had managed to avoid spilling anything on his shirt thus far.

All of the company appeared to be enjoying the music, with Merry at turns looking around the room to see if she could spot anyone dancing yet. Her feet tapped the tune under the table as she smiled. A child enraptured by the story she found herself a part of.