The iron doors creaked open as a series of synchronised steps echoed along the walls of the Grand Throne room.
Following the footsteps like a plague was the rattling of chains and clubs.
At this point, all heads had turned towards the source like a flock of birds and they stared at the very cause of this meeting. This trial had only one ending despite the many sudden occurrences.
Making their entrance were the Imperial Guards clad in armour of blunt silver and black, and the prisoner… the Accused, Rhabanz Dreau.
The murmurs were instant.
Everyone had taken a good look at the fallen noble, and they all had one thing or the other to say about him.
But all of that amounted to noise absorbed by the four walls of the Majestic Hall.
As their murmurs rose to a degree, the First of the Law made his stand.
"Silence in the throneroom."
With that, their idle chatter ended, but their thoughts were anything but silent.
They watched as the guards led the Man down the aisle.
