The throne room had been scrubbed clean and transformed for the occasion. Sunlight poured through the tall arched windows, catching on polished marble floors and the heavy banners of deep crimson and gold that hung from the rafters. Every important noble and official in the kingdom stood shoulder to shoulder, dressed in their finest silks and jewels on display. Whispers rippled through the crowd, but they carried no malice today, only anticipation.
Ragnar walked by himself along the long aisle that divided the room, his steps measured and sure. He wore expensive fabrics of house colors, tailored to his frame.
At the front of the gathering, his closest allies watched with happiness and pride.
Casilo, Gonan, and Lord Falein Tomar were in attendance.
