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KING ARLON PIERRAN PERMITTED THE PRESENTATION of gifts to last for the first hour within his entry. After that, an upraised hand by the golden-haired ruler halted the process. The poor Lords on the waiting list would have to surrender their crafted presents without approaching the dais of the Themisan Hall.
Arlon rested with the rest of his family, seated at the helm of the rotund hall. Many of the crowd were on tiers before him, a good distance from his brackenwood Throne. In the upper levels, Arlon could see the Noblehouses swarm in united mass behind the proud banners of their houses.
As the Kingsguards led the Lords yet to present their gifts away, they all trudged back to their seats with smiles smitten and their visages fallen.
Arlon wasn't the least bit sorry.
