The heavy doors of the council chamber closed behind them with a deep, echoing thud that seemed to seal away the fate of the condemned woman—and perhaps a piece of Serah's heart as well. The corridor stretched long and quiet before her, lit by soft sunlight rays shimmering through the windows that wavered with each step she and her father took.
For a time, neither spoke. King Tharion's hands rested behind his back as he strode forward, his posture regal, and his expression unreadable. Serah followed just a few steps behind, her gaze fixed ahead though her mind swirled with turmoil.
Finally, his voice broke the silence, calm and measured. "Tell me, Serah," he said without looking back, "what are your thoughts on what transpired just now?"
