The high-ceilinged conference chamber was usually cold, but today the silence made it feel outright glacial. King Alderon sat at the head of the polished table, his hands folded neatly over his ornate, dark velvet tunic. Arrayed around him were the key players of both realms.
Yerel sitting to his right, looking remarkably composed, Karson right behind him, Captain of the Imperial Guard, and the rest of the high-ranking Auzelian officials.
Across the table sat the Solaric delegation, led by Gillian, who looked thoroughly bored as he leaned back in his high-backed chair, and Iryna. She looked much better now. Her eyes were clear, steady, and fixed on the thick leather-bound book in the middle of the table.
It was Wina's diary.
