"Yeah. You could make a deck of cards with all those contact runes." Kamila’s smile didn’t extend to her eyes and the edge of her voice could easily cut through Davross like a hot knife through butter.
"Friya, help me out here. You’re the one who’s usually in this kind of situation. Tell Kamila it’s not my fault before my sister makes things even worse." Lith said.
"He’s right." Friya sighed. "Those are just gold diggers lured by the color of his robe. There’s no need to be angry, except for the smug grin Lith does every time one of those pretty ladies-in-waiting hit on him."
"I knew I wasn’t imagining things! Once we get back home, we have to talk." Kamila pouted.
"Good gods, Kami, this is the Royal Court. I have to be polite and play along. I can’t shoo them away like pigeons. Each one of them is at least a Marchioness and I can’t afford to make an enemy of half the Kingdom." Lith said, trying to defend himself.
"Kami? What a cute moniker! Does Lith have one as well?" Tista nudged him again, making Kamila blush.
"Yes, I usually call him ’idiot’."
The doors of the Throne Room opened, saving Lith from further embarrassment. Tista’s shenanigans had helped everyone to relax, keeping their mind off the audience.
The room was more than forty meters (133 feet) long and over thirty meters (100 feet) wide, with a single red silk carpet with gold embroidered edges going from the three meters (10 feet) wide double doors up to the two steps that distanced the floor where nobles stood and the raised one for the royal family.
The Royal couple was sitting on their golden thrones, looking down on those who were already inside. Lith recognized only a few of them and judging by the sound of their voices, only the presence of the Royals kept them from jumping at each other’s neck.
The whole room was lit by crystal chandeliers fueled by magic, leaving no space for shadows. Both the floor and the pillars of the room were realized from gold veined marble.
It was naturally resistant to magic in general and to earth magic in particular, making it one of the most precious and robust materials available in the Griffon Kingdom.
On the left side of the room, Lith recognized Jirni, Marchioness Distar, Orion, and General Berion. On the right side, instead, there were Archmage Deirus, Archmage Kwart, the Chairman of the Mage Association, and Archmage Onia, Headmistress of the Black Griffon.
Both factions kept their hands at their sides and their voices low, yet Lith was certain that if glares could cast spells, the Throne Room would be in shambles despite the gold veined marble.
The Secretary near the door hit the ground two times with a thick golden staff, producing a dull sound that got everyone’s attention.
"Archmage Lith Verhen, Royal Constable Kamila Yehval, Mage Tista Verhen, Mage Quylla Ernas, Mage Friya Teleta Aelia Ernas, and Mage Phloria Rose Terra Ernas have arrived." The Secretary said.
Lith had a hard time repressing a chuckle at their long, pompous names. Hearing them for the first time made them sound even more comical, especially Phloria’s. Kamila and Tista were in his same boat, but they could only look at their noble friends without even turning their heads.
Friya and Phloria hated their middle names, but they could only inwardly curse the Court etiquette and suck it up.
The group walked in front of the thrones before kneeling.
"Thanks for coming here on such short notice." The Royals gave them permission to stand up. "Before calling you here, we searched for evidence that could corroborate the story of the survivors from the Belin expedition.
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