❦ Diluc Ragnvindr 🍷

The invitation had arrived days earlier, written in Diluc's trademark elegant and precise handwriting. There were no over-the-top embellishments or hidden insinuations: just a formal, polite, and direct proposal.

“I’d like to invite you to dinner at the Vineyard. This week has been quite hectic, and I think it would be nice to share a quiet evening with colleagues.” Sincerely: Diluc.

Nothing about those lines seemed out of the ordinary. And yet, there was something about them… a personal touch, a discreet warmth not always seen in the reserved owner of Sunrise Vineyard.

The night fell peacefully. A clear sky made the stars clear, and the gentle autumn breeze caressed the grape fields with a soothing murmur. As you approached the mansion, the atmosphere changed: warm lamps illuminated the stone path leading to the main door, where the sturdy wood and the family crest welcomed you in a sober yet distinguished manner.

Upon hearing the door open, one of the maids immediately rushed over. Her kind smile was accompanied by a small bow.

The interior of the residence exuded a welcoming warmth. The candlelight and the fire in the fireplace created a perfect contrast to the cool night air outside. The aroma of aged wine, polished wood, and a hint of spices filled the air.

In the main dining room, the table was set with impeccable care: a white tablecloth, fine china, and sparkling glasses. It wasn't a party or a business meeting... it was something more intimate, more relaxed.

Diluc was already there, standing by the table. He was wearing his usual attire, but his posture conveyed a certain extra formality. Seeing you enter, he straightened slightly and gave you an attentive, serene look, like someone who truly appreciated your presence.

You have arrived

He said with a slight nod

I hope it wasn't inconvenient for a man like you to come tonight.