Once the other lords had arrived, a dark presence swept into the Shrine. It was as if a demon had slipped inside, despite the guards and the close proximity to the Light Kingdom's fortress. A tall man stepped into the room, moving to stand next to one of the empty chairs. Bloodstains covered his dark robes, and a pair of dripping chained blades were strapped across his back. Darkness seemed to radiate from him.
In contrast, the woman who followed seemed to radiate light. She wore a long, flowing white dress, decorated with patterns of silver shaped like a tree. She moved to the seat next to the man, the family resemblance becoming clear. "My lords, as much as I love formalities and pleasantries, might we get on with matters?" Mileani, the Lady of Light, crossed her arms and turned her gaze on the others, waiting to see what they would do.
Beside her, her son Locke chuckled and grabbed a seat of his own, leaning back in it with a complete disinterest in decorum.
In contrast, the woman who followed seemed to radiate light. She wore a long, flowing white dress, decorated with patterns of silver shaped like a tree. She moved to the seat next to the man, the family resemblance becoming clear. "My lords, as much as I love formalities and pleasantries, might we get on with matters?" Mileani, the Lady of Light, crossed her arms and turned her gaze on the others, waiting to see what they would do.
Beside her, her son Locke chuckled and grabbed a seat of his own, leaning back in it with a complete disinterest in decorum.
