There were two others in the room, not including Axel, and Dane who had just slipped in and was pretending to be part of the wall.
They were Garrick and Claire.
Claire was the head of domestic and foreign affairs while Garrick was the head of military and the capital guard. There was no one else in the room, not even a scribe to take notes.
All eyes were on Axel.
'Someone say something, anything!' his mind was imploding on it's self. He couldn't breathe.
The queen was the first to speak,
"How nice of you to join us." She said it so calmly, but her eyes were piercing daggers through him.
Somehow that was worse than the silence,
"H-Hi… mom… sorry I'm late."
He remembered the booze from the night before and wished he'd had another drink, maybe he wouldn't have woken up in time, or at all.
The queen smiled. Not the amused yet annoyed smile that Dane had, but the kind you put on when you're five year old scratch's smiley faces into your new car.
"It's fine." her smile was unnervingly calm.
"Should we begin?" Claire said.
Claire was dressed almost like a college professor, with her glasses on yo might mistake her for one.
"We're almost out of time-" Garrick started, but the queen cut him off.
"Yes, let's rap this up. Claire if you will."
And the meeting started, or more accurately the summary of the previous three quarters of the meeting did. The part the idiot missed. In a summary of a summary: seven years ago a coup attempt arose and quickly spread to the capital where it quickly grew violent and was even more quickly put down by the capital guard. During the attack, the leader of the terrorists Orin Gray died. Now it seems that his second in command Rowan Mor, along with his son Quinn want to try their treasons, again.