So intense was the focus on the two that one might have mistaken the center of the table for the head seat.
On the wall behind them, banners representing the kingdoms and empires hung in an orderly row.
Behind each royal delegate stood knights and envoys, their sharp gazes sweeping over one another in silent observation.
Though there had been a brief commotion over switching the banners of the Celeste Empire and the Kingdom of Telma, the summit had otherwise been impeccably organized.
The ceiling was adorned with golden embellishments and exquisite frescoes, and a massive chandelier sparkled overhead, casting brilliant light over the room.
The long marble table was lined with documents awaiting signatures from each sovereign—ornately trimmed with gilded carvings that added elegance to the already extravagant setting.
At the very center, Michael rested his hand on the table, exuding overwhelming presence.
