They arrived at a set of enormous double doors, and two uniformed guards pushed them open for them to step inside.
The throne room was vast. High ceilings supported by pillars stretched upward, and tall windows along the walls let in streams of light. At the far end of the room, seated on a throne was King Carson Ian Tudor.
He was a good-looking man in his late forties, with dark long hair. He wore a less formal robe that had subtle gold trims.
Standing to a corner by the King's right was his first son, Alistair. He had black hair and the ears of an elf. While in his black regalia, he had a calm expression and looked like he was in his mid-twenties.
But there was one more figure in the room, and she was not part of the group Bella had said would be present.
She stood directly beside the King, tall and imposing, her presence filling the room with an almost tangible weight. Her long silver hair flowed down past her shoulders, streaked with red, black and actual flames.
