As the heavy oak doors of the private council chamber swung shut, the air within seemed to thicken with tension. The circular room, adorned with tapestries depicting Solaria's storied history, had witnessed countless debates and decisions over the centuries. But never had it contained such an eclectic and potentially volatile mix of individuals.
Princess Elara took her seat at the head of the massive round table, its polished surface reflecting the flickering light of the wall sconces. To her right sat Queen Lyra, her face a mask of regal composure despite the worry lines etched around her eyes. Prince Darion slouched in his chair to Elara's left, his usual cocky demeanor noticeably subdued in the presence of their otherworldly guests.
