The Next Day:
The council chamber felt too large for her.
Her small fragile body felt intimidated by the sheer size of it. Also, she could still remember how she was almost killed in here.
Aire paused just before stepping fully inside. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the door before she let go.
The doors shut behind her with a heavy thud.
Every sound in the room seemed to be quiet. Not completely, but enough for her to notice the shift.
Aire lowered her gaze for half a second, steadying herself, before lifting it again. She still doesn't understand why she didn't choose the easier path with Damien when she had it.
Letting out an exhale, she walked forward.
The chamber stretched wide, carved from old stone that carried history in every crack. Tall windows allowed thin strips of pale daylight to fall across the floor, but none of it warmed the room.
She hadn't seen the council room during the day, so she took her time to look around.
