C43 Chapter 43
The throne room felt wrong. Everything looked the same, but today there was an air of...well, she didn’t know what, but it wasn’t right. Even the dress she wore wasn’t right; a deep red creation of silk and embroidery. Beska was used to the rough, dull fabrics of her class.
The room was empty, which surprised her. She had expected to meet with the entirety of the Archon’s council..