“May I present; Lady Valainistima Deluves-Estelda, Magister of…”
The elven woman brushes past the herald and stands squarely in the center of the audience chamber. Her silver hair cascades over the shoulders of her gold-embroidered robes, sparkling in the sunlight filtered through the windows. Although cunningly disguised by the cut of her formal garb, there is no mistaking the small rounding of her belly.
“Enough! I did not come all this way to be delayed by such nonsense!” She turns to the small audience dais, bowing to Tamara and the small group of people gathered there. “Please forgive the intrusion, Councilor, but I am here for a family matter. Where are my husband, step-daughters and step-son?”
Tamara looks to Faisal, standing to the side of the dais. The small duke hurries over to the elf, bowing deeply. “Welcome, Magister. Some whom you seek are here at the castle. I would be happy to show you the way.” He reaches out, to guide her to the side door leading deeper into the castle.
“Get away from me, you wretched little beast!”, exclaims the woman, stepping back with a look of revulsion. She points to a half-elven guard standing near the dais. “You! Escort me to Scarlet’s chambers. Now!”
The young man hesitates, looking for guidance. Receiving no reaction from the duke, he turns to the Councilor who gives a small nod. The guard leads the elven woman from the chamber, clearly intimidated by the Magister.
All eyes in the chamber return to the kobold standing in the middle of the room, staring down at the floor. After a moment, the duke straightens himself and bows to Tamara, eyes fixed on the wall above her head.
“Please excuse me, Councilor. If anyone has need of me, I will be meditating in my chambers.”