Eccar stepped into the throne room with the same leisurely air he carried everywhere, like a man walking into a dinner party rather than an audience with a king.
His eyes scanned the massive chamber. This just like any throne room of a king, vaulted ceilings, banners heavy with gold thread, and thick stone columns carved with the ancient sigils of the kingdom. A little bit less grand than king Gulben's chamber but still amazing.
At the far end sat the king on his throne, lit from above by flickering crystal lanterns that cast a flicker of silver and firelight across his armor and the crimson velvet draped behind him.
King Aethor was likely around Adrius's age, maybe slightly older, though the years wore differently on the two men. While Adrius carried wisdom in his gaze, King Aethor wore something else entirely, like an edge.
