On more regal occasions- like weddings, or the huge balls sometimes thrown- the Great Hall could fit a huge selection of the nobility of all three kingdoms of Predor- no small feat, as Middle Predor alone held thousands of nobles of varying ranks- and would be laid out with a huge feast.
But this was just a small gathering, and so a large portion of the hall was empty, with just a smaller table laid out and the King himself seated at the far end on a -rather modest considering the wealth of the palace around him- high-backed chair. He stood as the delegates entered, and Duke Wyman bowed. "Your Highness, the State Secretary for the Connfederacy, the Ambassador to the Kingdom, and their entourage. Gentlemen, the King."
King Albin nodded slightly. "A pleasure to meet you again, gentlemen. We've had a lunch prepared for your arrival, if you'd care to join me?"