Chapter 14: Meeting
Later that night, in the private chamber that Rowan went into when he first had a private talk with the empress and her officials.
Empress Alexia sat at the table first. Her golden hair elaborately styled, and her white and gold dress immaculate despite the early hour. To her right sat Chancellor Levenhart, meticulous as always with documents arranged precisely before him. Archmage Marcus occupied the seat to her left, his robes more formal than those he wore for training. Across from the Empress sat Rowan.
"Let us dispense with unnecessary formalities," the Empress began, her tone sounded strict. "This meeting concerns your son's progress, Lord Ambrose."
Rowan nodded respectfully. "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Marcus tells me he's advancing well with the Ethereal Mist technique," she continued. "But I'd like a more comprehensive assessment."
Chancellor Levenhart consulted one of his papers. "According to the palace tutors, young Lord Ambrose's academic progress is exceptional. His understanding of academics is that of an nine year old.
"That's all well and good," the Empress said, "but I'm more interested in his mana hearts. Rowan, speak freely.... will he be ready for the tournament?"
Rowan hesitated, clearly measuring his words. "My son has... exceeded expectations, Your Majesty."
"In what way?" Marcus prompted, leaning forward with interest.
"Grim has expanded his mana heart to maximum capacity," Rowan stated simply.
There was a moment of stunned silence around the table.