Vetra herself sat with perfect posture, perfect composure, accepting the quiet support of her faction while watching the majority of the court pledge themselves to the woman she'd publicly opposed. If she felt any distress at this display, if watching her carefully maintained power structure crack and fracture caused her even momentary discomfort, her expression revealed nothing.
She simply sat, regal and composed, looking like winter itself had taken human form and learned patience.
Some nobles, caught between these two poles of power, attempted the dangerous middle ground of congratulating both. They would approach Soren and Eris first, offer polite well-wishes that committed them to nothing substantial, then drift toward Vetra to pay respects that suggested they weren't completely abandoning her faction.
