The interior hall leading to the council chamber glowed soft white, polished to a muted shine. The sconces gave off amber haloes.
Lucia strode through the double oak doors with confidence she didn’t felt, while Lestor followed.
Once they went inside, Lucia was slightly startled when she saw the long, rectangular table was surrounded by men sitting in wooden chairs.
Among them, Lucia saw her father, King Arhan, Lord Kraylitin’s, the king’s right hand, as well as the high ranking elves who were members of the Council.
Lucia opens her lips and uttered, “Sorry for the long wait but we were not expecting a sudden meeting when the party is still on going.”
Arhan looked at her daughter, his expression is a bit off that she's starting to feel that something was a miss.
What was going o
