The hall was fully packed.
Every councilman, noble, and high-ranking official from every corner of the realm lined the long table. Each of them murmuring, the last time they were gathered like this was after Elara's downfall. The king hadn't called on them ever since. They looked nervous and some anxious. They all went silent the moment the large double doors of the hall opened.
"Welcome, His Royal Majesty, King Thorne Vargan Rhukor," the announcer said.
They all stood up as Thorne walked in, eyes flickering over each of them. He finally sat down at the head of the table, and the rest of them followed.
Thorne didn't say a word, no, he let his eyes wander around them, watching some shift uncomfortably in their seats, some clear their throats, and some look away to avoid his gaze. 'Ah, they were all still so nervous… good.
