Lord Uriah walked into the courtroom. The ministers were all there, along with the ones who had been shouting outside just hours ago. How badly he wanted to cut them all in smaller pieces where they stood. But they didn't even meet his eyes. Cowards.
Consort Leyla entered next, followed by Lloyd, Danielle, Williams, and Katia. Their shoulders were tense, backs straight like soldiers preparing for war.
At the front, Zyran stood where the king's seat was placed. The throne was empty, His Majesty still gone, but his head eunuch sat close, watching everything like a hawk.
Zyran's eyes caught them as they walked in. He had only been gone for a few hours. Just a few. And in that time, they had flipped the palace upside down.
