The brilliant sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a diagonal glow on the immaculate oak floor, giving this side hall a light golden hue.
Several flawless white candles burned quietly, emitting a delicate fragrance from the melting amber placed on the purple-gold dishes above the dancing flames.
Within the hall, a circle of sofas upholstered in lizard skin was arranged. A young and an old man were seated on the sofas, chatting casually.
The older man looked to be in his sixties or seventies, white-haired but still full of vitality, wearing a luxurious noble's ceremonial dress, but there was a subtle sadness hidden in his brows.
The other man looked to be in his early twenties, trying to hide his childishness with a deliberately grown beard.
It seemed to be his first time visiting the Phoenix Palace, as he sat rigidly, his wandering gaze betraying his inner nervousness.
"Sir Emoson, will Her Royal Highness the Queen support me?"
"She will."
