The blonde kept her face into a neutral expression with pursed lips, she kept eye contact with no one in particular. A cool feeling crept on her neck and she tried to push it down, she could not make head or tail of this ceremony they had roped her into. Before she could form any other thought the doors burst open.
The woman blinked slowly and discreetly peeked at Brenna who did not flinch, she seemed to have expected it, even. In came an old man, someone Serena would have rushed over to help back in Silverstone. Her jaw would have fallen open, despite his frail nature he seemed to be as agile as Brenna.
Behind him was a young woman with a veil over her head, she was draped in fine steel gray clothes. Serena could barely make out the way the dress, if she could call it that, was designed. Regardless, it drew a gasp from her and the seated audience. Right after the woman was an older woman and then Ryker.
