In the Convel Society's meeting room, Nathan was busy trying his best to appease the Elders. Well, not that he really wanted them to be happy, seeing as his decision had already been made, but having them on board would make the transition all the more easier as opposed to having them stonewalling him at every turn.
That, and he really didn't want to deal with the inevitable headache of having to actually placate them. And he hadn't even told them the reason they were gathered in the first place.
"Why all the secrecy?" one of the Elders questioned. "The topic is as obvious as the sun is high up in the sky."
"If this is about that spawn of Marcus being your Queen, then you should know that none of us will accept it," another one of the Elders pointedly added. "Not only would it not be proper, but it's far from appropriate for you to take on someone like her to help you lead the Society."
