The ceremonial chamber was significantly smaller than the Grand Hall, a space designed for judgments and quiet executions.
At the far end of the room sat the High Throne, but it was not open to the eye. A platform had been erected and covered in thin silk curtains. Behind the veil a silhouette was seated, unmoving and silent. This was the King.
Severin Hale stood close to the king, his silver hair shimmering like frost in the dim light.
The Duke of Valen stood in the center of the floor, in his official robes of gold thread. Beside him sat the Northern generals, their faces grim, and Stella, who sat with her back perfectly straight, her hands folded over her necklace. Zayne stood to the side, leaning against a pillar.
Finally, Cassian and Elias entered. They walked to the front and stood there.
