Council Of Old Men

"Your Majesty, so glad you could make it," Spoke up an older man with graying brunette hair. He was tan in complexion and his teeth were bright white, they looked like the sun would bounce off of them and blind whoever looked at him.

"Yes, and my mate, Euphemia Winters is here as well, though we are not wed, I have not marked her, she is not crowned, she is still my mate," Killian reacted as he pulled me from in back of him.

"Yes, of course, Ms. Euphemia Winters, it is a pleasure to finally meet the King's mate, I can not wait to see you crowned," The same man spoke up as he walked up to Killian and kissed the giant amber ring on his right pinky. "I apologize, your Grace, I should have introduced myself first, my name is Elder Carl Simmons, a pleasure to meet you," He bowed low again as he looked at me.

"Sire, this way," Elder Lloyd said as he motioned with his hand to the way into the sitting room where the other elders were seated at a big round wooden table.

Killian held up his