The chamber was vast, with moon-crystal pillars and silvered floors. Wolves, elves, humans, and dragonborn nobles filled the semicircle of seats. There were no witches, vampires, or other orcs. Dezyne was not a big fan of bloodshed.
King Cezarine, towering in presence even in his humanoid form, sat upon his obsidian throne. His golden eyes flicked to the entering Magnus twins.
"Patriarch Dezyne Magnus," the king announced with a voice that echoed across the hall. "You requested this audience after the welcome festivities. Speak your purpose."
Dezyne bowed deeply. "Your Majesty, esteemed leaders. The revival of the Magnus clan requires more than political recognition. It requires rebuilding what was lost."
Soft murmurs rose.
