Duke Robbiston sat to her right, his weathered face grave. To her left, an empty chair—reserved for Prince Ashton, who hadn't yet arrived. Seraphina stood near the back with the other petitioners, her white dress making her glow like an angel among the darker court attire. Her expression was serene concern, but her eyes were sharp.
"This council is convened," Heena announced, her voice carrying authority. "Multiple concerns have been raised regarding the royal consorts' whereabouts and wellbeing. We will address them directly and completely."
Marquis Halverton stood immediately. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, the explanation of a purification ritual doesn't satisfy the military's legitimate security concerns. We need confirmation—"
"I understand your concerns," Heena interrupted smoothly. "Which is why I've convened this council. Transparency benefits us all."
