Jasmine adjusted herself in her seat, crossing her legs and leaning back slightly, her gaze fixed on Alpheo as he meticulously organized a stack of papers in front of him.
She allowed her attention to drift momentarily, her sharp eyes scanning the room. Around the large, circular table, the others sat in quiet anticipation. Their expressions ranged from curious to impatient as they waited for Alpheo to begin.
To her left sat her grandfather, his fingers drumming lightly against the table's edge.Next to him was Asag, calm and composed as always, his hands folded neatly in his lap clearly looking akward int her oom .
Across from Jasmine, Jarza lounged back in his chair as his eyes rested on the prince.
Egil's absence was noticeable, though not surprising. Alpheo had given him a brief reprieve from his duties, allowing the new lord to bask in the early days of his marriage.