6 April, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.
Tobin sat on the gilded throne inside the throne room, shifting every few seconds. Celia wasn't sure if he was uncomfortable or simply bored. Probably a bit of both.
She looked up at him from where she sat, on a smaller gilded stool at his side. They were both waiting for Viscount Nadrim's visit from Tyre. Rather than what Celia hoped would be a quiet meeting between the half brothers to try and reach some kind of agreement, Tobin was set on approaching it from what he called 'a position of strength.'
That meant meeting in the ridiculously gilded throne room, bedecked with his ermine trimmed robes of state. He'd insisted Celia also to dress up for the occasion, which is why she found herself trussed up in a blue silk dress encrusted with hundreds of freshwater pearls.