Sylas stared at the slave sitting among the servants and guards who had been brought in to witness the day's trial. Why was that slave there?
The slave also stared at him with a happy expression. Sylas didn't know if the slave understood why he was there. Whoever had brought him must have had a reason. And Sylas was sure it was Virouse.
Sylas walked into the room. It was very quiet. His footsteps echoed clearly.
The Royal Court was one of the most heavily guarded buildings in the palace. The courtroom was large and impressive, with high ceilings decorated with classical paintings and crystal chandeliers hanging above. At the end of the room stood a high podium where the Chief Judge sat, along with a large, beautifully carved table from which he led the trial.