The heavy oak doors of the courtroom groaned open, and immediately, silence fell on the room. Alexander strode in. He was barely restraining his fury now. His jaw was set, and his eyes were cold and unyielding, sweeping about the room, piercing and taking in the gathered ministers and courtiers. They offered into a low bow as he walked past them. The air about him was as tense as his face.
The day was as gloomy as his mood and whatever light that filtered in through the tall windows was dim and just enough to light up the room, casting long shadows on the walls. It glinted off the signet ring that sat righteously on his right ring finger, and illuminated the emblem of kingship upon his chest.
The clouds had gathered.
