The Grand Hall carried a legacy in its bones.Tapestries lined stone walls, woven with histories of Valir victories, demon wars survived, province's defenses.
Dragon motifs were threaded through fabric at an ebony table that could seat twenty but accepted only seven tonight.
Through slick copper doors. Auryn entered with Lyra beside him. Her bearing was as elegant as ever. Each step draws eyes even from servants and guards.
The table was radiating with delicacies. From roasted game to different baked pastries and soup that looked actually enticing to Auryn.
Eva Valir rose first in Auryn's presence then her children followed a heartbeat later. Castor remained seated until his wife's glances forced him upright.
"Your highness. Please." Eva gestured toward the head opposite Castor. Her approach was gracious. Protecting her family as best as she could.
Auryn took the seat while Lyra settled to his right.
