Marching into the strategy room behind Alaric, the doors slam into the wall, announcing the King's arrival. Hakon, my brother's Beta, already awaits, standing to attention before the large, circular, iron table. Scones on the wall and the iron chandelier hanging low from the high arched ceiling cast the room in a warm hue.
The chamber wasn't that large, but it didn't need to be to have secret meetings. The only windows in the room were from the ceiling with coloured glass. Everything else was quite bare, and there was no hearth, so it felt anything but warm and cosy.
