The white oak doors creaked open with a deep groan, and the sound echoed through the hall like an ancient lament. Exelia entered first, her steady footsteps reverberating on the polished marble. Liora followed close behind, her crimson cloak billowing like blood dissolving in the breeze.
Moonlight streamed through the tall stained-glass windows, casting soft reflections on the silver columns. But what should have been a place of reverence and order was now filled with the tension of betrayal.
Six high elves in ceremonial armor stood in line in front of the main door to the throne room. They turned when they saw them, their faces cold, their silver spears crossed in front of the path.
"You cannot pass," said one of them, his voice firm and empty of emotion. "The Queen will be removed from the throne. Order of the Inner Council."
Exelia frowned. Her hand slid slowly to the hilt of the sword at her waist. "You dare dishonor your oath to the Crown?"
