Aria stood there with Harriet standing right behind her. Jared also stood, annoyed to look around and find no other chair—something he would have instantly moved to sit on. But his mind was still on this when the huge doors of the hall were flung open, their heavy wood groaning as they moved, and people slowly began to walk in one after the other.
Jared recognized Zyren's lords, his gaze narrowing with surprise that Zyren felt a need to send for them. A deep frown slowly crept onto his face, his lips pressing into a line, until his gaze settled on his own council members—whom he had brought with him—walking in one after the other with confused expressions on their faces. The room began to fill with quiet murmurs, shoes echoing against the polished floor, creating a tense rhythm beneath the silence.
