"The queen will now meet with you." This simple sentence was as simple as it could get. Using it, one could as well try to kill the other party with simplicity, or start a new religion of simplism.
But the meaning behind this word, the situation that it was spoken in, and the expectations of the people who heard it, made it into a hellishly complex sentence.
"That damned…" Longinus muttered under his nose, stopping only when my elbow sank into the side of his stomach. "What?!" He asked, protesting about my unfair treatment.
"Just stay silent. That's the best you can do for now." I answered before turning myself silent as well.
There was no huge door leading to the throne chamber. There were no doors and there was no chamber in the first place. What was used as the audience's room, was nothing more than a simple tent, raising for about three meters in the sky and build on the base of a small, roughly four-meter-wide circle.
