THe servant left them at the doors without a word.
Tovheir chuckled. "What, dont want to be my stand in?" The doors opened for them and Tovheir led them through adopting a pose that marked him as someone of import.
Pallon didnt seem to notice Kalten as the group made there way into the throne room.
Unlike the rest of the palace the throne room was not nearly as lavish. There was no rug covering the blood stained marble floor and fewer, less eccentric silks and tapistries hung on the walls. Light had begun to filter in from the colored winders on the second story balcony. On the far end the king sat in his throne with Juke standing to his right and who could only be the prince standing on his left.
Tyr watched the group as they entered. His hands clasped behind his back and looking just as feirce as his father who comanded attention by his mere presence.


