The doors groaned as they opened.
Thorne stepped into the room, his gaze settling on the man who had been waiting for him. The room was warm and filled with the smell of rose oil, subtle but present.
Councilman Carter stood up immediately, smoothing the folds of his robe before bowing deeply. "Your Majesty."
Thorne walked towards the window, not responding. His gaze flickered over the people outside, all going about their business. He turned to see Carter still bowing.
"Lord Carter, you may rise," he said, and the man straightened up, a practiced smile on his face.
"You look very well, Your Majesty. Thank the gods. I got your message late last night and set out as early as possible this morning," the man said.
Thorne hummed, "I trust the journey wasn't too stressful. Your presence was required in Obsidian." He motioned for the man to sit.
"The moon festival was held in your son's pack, yet you weren't there. Did something happen that hindered your attendance?"
