[LUCA]
Just off the throne hall was a rarely used meeting area where the King discussed private and sensitive matters that didn't need to involve the entire court. Inside was a large rectangular table seating twelve. Among the twelve seats, only three are occupied at present.
"I wonder what this is about," Commander Olivier of the Royal Guard muttered from beside me as he comfortably leaned back on his chair and stretched his legs out under the table.
A low thudding sound followed from under the table, and a man in his late fifties sitting across from us glared at the commander. "Watch it, Olivier," he barked.
Commander Olivier grinned as he adjusted his feet. "Sorry, General Gilles," he said to the general of Ephemere's army.
"Apparently it's urgent," I said.
"Of course, it is, boy. If it wasn't, why else would our retired army general be asked to grace us with his presence?" Commander Olivier said cheerfully.
