The room felt tense, as if everything was on edge.
Adrien sat confidently in the council seat at the front of the hall. His expression was hard to read, but he stole a few glances at Seraphina.
Emerald watched him from her own seat off to the side, arms crossed loosely, looking calm. She could feel a tense energy in the air, almost like static. Seraphina hadn't said anything yet, but just having her there made the atmosphere uncomfortable.
The court session started like any other, moving at a slow pace. They handled small issues like minor disputes, a land border change, and a request from the hunting division… nothing out of the ordinary.
Adrien handled them calmly, but Emerald saw the tension in his shoulders, and she knew why.
After a while, Seraphina cleared her throat. "I have a question," she said, adjusting herself in her seat.
"I was wondering," she said lightly, "since we're discussing traditions… what's the word on our Luna?"
The room went still.
