General Halon escorted Ana into a private reception room that was small and intimate. The hulking figure of King Roland looking almost too large for the room as he stood in front of a gas fire place that was mounted in the wall.
The room consisted of two small couches with a coffee table and a small dining table behind that was set ready for them to dine.
Ana walked in slowly taking in the dim lighting and the almost romantic setting. She frowned and glanced up at King Roland as he greeted her.
“Ana! Please come in…would you like a drink?”
“What do you have?” Ana asked, glancing at General Halon who closed the door from the guards stationed outside and then removed his coat and stood over to the side watching them. So that’s what he meant…awkward.
“There is wine, spirits…anything you
