Meanwhile, the moment Orion's attendant finished helping him dress, he made his way to the royal court.
Once inside the royal court, he lowered himself onto his grand throne....a fur-lined golden chair carved with dragon motifs. A faint expression of disdain rested on his face as he surveyed the court.
Before him stood rows of men....middle-aged and young alike. Some were dressed in deep blue robes, others in red, their heads bowed in respect. Not one dared to meet his eyes.
The hall itself was magnificent as towering golden pillars stretched toward the ceiling. Above them, dragon carvings adorned the ceiling.
Orion leaned back slightly, resting his chin on his hand as impatience flickered across his face.
"What have you bought before me today?" he began lazily, his tone dripping with disinterest.
A man stepped forward from the crowd.
