The King sat at the end of a long table, legs crossed over one another, both arms resting on both sides of his chair. The Prince was fidgeting on the King's right side, a myriad of knights sitting behind the both of them while Orpheus sat on the King's left side, sweat coming down her brow, nervously glancing at the door leading into this room.
The first to enter the room, not including the King, Prince, Orpheus, and the large variety of knights sat beside them - would be the Orcen King, Sigurd the Old. Sigurd being a wise-looking King clad in fur clothing, a few pieces of iron covering his shoulders and or legs, a long tusk running down his bottom lip to his chin, long flowing black hair coming down to his back. Sigurd sat down first as his family followed. First was his daughter, a toug
