"Royal Plenipotentiary MEkayal Jerard at your service madam, we are most pleased you could attend" he said with a flutter of one hand graciously forming what seemed to be a well practiced bow.
"EMPRESS MIRAY OF FENIEXIA!"-The cheers from the citizens were deafening
and after a timid wave, mekayal escorted the Empress into the conclave.
Inside the conclave was very quiet compared to the festivities taking place outside, the only sound being a soft string balad played somewhere in the distance, and of course, the echoing of their footsteps on the glittering floor. Mekayal loved this place, the quiet, the peace, he would often come here to think, about the future of Shagras.
After a stroll through the symposium, he calmly escorted Miray to the pedistle where the document sat, illuminated by a beam of light filtering through the roof.
here you are madam, please sign this.