After twenty minutes, everything had been set in order. The throne hall had been emptied of petitioners, leaving only the palace guards stationed at their posts. The grand chamber, usually filled with the murmur of voices and the shuffling of petitioners, now carried a solemn stillness.
At the head of the hall, the royal couple sat upon their respective thrones. Jasmine's seat was tall and commanding, a symbol of her rightful rule. Alpheo's, while finely crafted, was positioned slightly behind and shorter in height—a subtle but clear reminder that while he was her consort, she was the legitimate sovereign of Yarzat.