Two Days Later;
Throne Hall, Garcia Palace, Death Clan Village;
The grand obsidian doors creaked open.
The sunlight filtered dimly through high, narrow windows, casting long shadows across the throne hall floor. But the air inside was heavy and quite suffocating, atleast for the young couple.
Azzy sat on the throne with his expression looking calm but sharp.
Before him stood the familiar group:
Zion, tense and eyes slightly downcast, refusing to meet Azzy's gaze.
Fiona was calm on the surface but stiff at the shoulders. Her hands clenched behind her back.
Leah, visibly angry, her arms crossed and her eyes sharp with offense and pride.
Affea, standing slightly behind Fiona, was a quiet but steady presence. She was there to support her half sister.
