Chapter 229: [Bonus - ]King & Queen of Lyvaria
The light blue icy walls in these halls, leading to what they presumed to be the great hall, were luminous. The luminous white orbs formed the shapes of beasts Osian could not name. One though stood out the most, and one he could name, a dragon. Its wings were far and wide as it ’flew’ across the ice before disappearing at the ceiling and coming back down on another wall.
Osian marvelled at it a while longer before he felt Selvin’s pat on his shoulder, his attention still ahead.
"Osh," Selvin admonished. Osian let his gaze settle before him again, noting the intricate details of light blue silver embroidered across the tall white doors meeting the high ceiling.
The guards opened the door, remaining beside them as Selvin and Osian entered the great hall. Both prince’s breath caught at the hall full of nobility and, at the far end, the King and Queen of Lyvaria. The hall’s floor was white like the first layer of frost, flattened and showing sharp, prickly edges of snowflakes, frozen to perfection, reflecting back like sparkling stars.
Everything else, the columns, the walls and the arched ceilings, were like clear ice. They did not need windows in the hall; they could see the great height the palace sat inside the mountain. The clouds drifted by slowly above their heads, the darkness of early evening infused with the bright orange and yellows of the sun setting on the horizon, colouring the hall in the same hues. Though crystal or possibly iced chandeliers were atop their heads, with soft glowing balls of light ready for when darkness fell completely.
Ice sculptures of the King and Queen, almost as tall as the high ceilings, stood behind the thrones, and beside them, banners had been carved into the walls with the Lyvarian emblem of the snowdrop flower cut near the bottom.
Selvin and Osian stepped through the hall, eyes ahead where the King stood beside the Queen on her icy throne atop a large dais overlooking the rest of the hall. The princes stopped and bowed. Selvin made that elven gesture again that seemed to make those around them murmur.
Osian should have asked him about it and if he should have done the same, but he was not the one who needed to impress anyone. All he needed to do was remain respectful and not get him, or Selvin killed.
"Your majesties, it is an honour to meet you," Selvin spoke, his voice clear.