The soldiers that had led them in proceeded to the walls of the room, lining it. Unlike the Academy's Hall, this was a space that could only truly hold an audience to around a small number. Past two hundred, it would have struggled, whereas that Hall of Judgement, or Hall of Ministers – as others called it – could hold upwards of a thousand.
The walls bore the traces of an art style ill matched with the Queen herself. There were murals that painted images of war, all the way up the walls, and towards the high ceilings. Only halfway up could the Queen's influence be felt, in traces of gold, green and silver, with softer images of some strength.
"Her Majesty Queen Asabel Pendragon welcomes you to Valance!" Lancelot announced. He'd leaned in close to Asabel, as she said something in his ear, and then had announced it on her behalf.
Finally, Oliver was forced to look at the woman herself, and immediately, he regretted it.
