Chapter 66 Caelum

• I sit in the chair at the end, feeling the weight of the cold, solid leather against my body, and across from me, Seraphina settles into the other chair, her expression carrying more than just a look of distrust. One by one, the group of advisors greets us, bowing in a gesture of reverence that seems to last a second too long, as if hesitating between loyalty and fear.
• I observe each of the advisors, noting the cautious glances that intertwine before resting on us. It’s the kind of look that conveys caution and uncertainty — perhaps even fear of speaking about the subject about to be discussed, but not in a straightforward way. Finally, I break the silence.
• “Tell me, dear sirs and madams,” I begin, letting my voice resonate in the room like a muffled thunder, “what are your grievances regarding my mate's birthday, your queen?” The tone of sarcasm I employ is sharp as a blade, and I sense discomfort spreading through the hall like a cold wave. My eyes remain fixed on theirs, one by one, challenging them to speak honestly.