Elowen's eyes went wide, and the throne room that had been a constant hustle and bustle of arguments only moments earlier froze completely.
Nobody seemed to know how to react to Grey barging into an Imperial meeting in nothing but boxers, lifting the newly crowned Empress off her throne, and kissing her like the dozens of watching dignitaries simply didn't exist.
Amunet's expression darkened immediately, Mauve looked almost amused somehow, while everyone else was caught somewhere between stunned silence and disbelief.
The people who actually knew Grey were mostly the quiet ones. They had seen him kill Guardians, tear apart the Goddess, and decide that entire systems of authority were worthless, so at this point nobody was foolish enough to think palace etiquette would suddenly restrain him.
The representatives from the former Territories were another matter entirely, because several of them looked like they had just witnessed someone spit on an altar.
