The King's Hall had a different quality on ordinary days.
During the trial it had been a gathering point for tension — ten people carrying the weight of their kingdoms' performances into a space that amplified everything through proximity and competition. Now, three days after the trial's conclusion, the same impossible chamber felt more like what it actually was. A classroom. The thrones still adapted to their occupants the way they always had, the space still defied normal physics in ways that became easier to ignore with repetition, but the people sitting in them were doing something that resembled settling rather than bracing.
Raze arrived neither first nor last, which was where he usually aimed. Early enough to observe who was already present, late enough that his arrival didn't draw the particular attention that came with being first through a door.
The chamber was half-full.
