'Now then, let's see what this is about'
With that thought, Ezra pushed the doors open to the view of an expansive hall with a red carpet laid across it, with the Imperial crest - two swords crossing a shield - sewn onto it with golden thread.
At the end of this carpet stood the throne of the Emperor in all its glory, basking in colors of red and white as it gave off a clear presence.
On this throne was the Emperor, with his hair and beard flowing freely. His visage was covered in dark blue clothing and his head rested on his left palm, expressionless.
Our eyes met the moment I entered.
Standing by his side was the Royal advisor, and beside him was the knight I was all too familiar with. He was most probably the cause of why I had been summoned.
His expression, as well as his eyes, were screaming malice and rage from far away.
