Atop his throne, Elias sat, his index finger bouncing on its armrest as the council trickled in. Tristan followed alongside Mabel, finally followed by the two kings' guards, Ser Mosley Steel,one of the chosen to replace the traitorous King's Guard and Ser Carl Keep. Behind them, a few additional soldiers entered, those who mainly made up Elias's personal guard.
The two King's Guard took their places before the throne, holding the hilt of the swords, scanning the others with suspicious gazes, waiting for a sign of treason as Elias's guards flanked the path towards the throne. "Now then." With the large double doors closing, Elias's finger stopped, and he spoke. "It has come time. Mabel, I have contemplated what you said to me." There was a hopeful look in her eyes, one that made Elias have to look away from her. "You shall go west, and meet with Gerlad Stem. The marriage will take place."
