The cushion Maelis sat under was stiff. Beside her, Lord Aurelius had one leg crossed over the other, tapping a gold signet ring against the carved arm of his chair.
He hadn't said more than three words since the horns blew. He had his eyes fixed on the sand, waiting to see what happened next.
Maelis kept her hands under the folds of her woolen coat. Her thumbs kept rubbing the brass edge of the detector, subtly looking out for Devvyn and Aela..
Below them, the iron gates clanged shut behind the guards.