The scene that greeted them was even more imposing than the door itself.
The king sat waiting in a large armchair; guards lined the room, even next to the door they came through.
He had what appeared to be the head guard stood beside him, an intimidating figure in himself, as well as multiple guards lining the room.
"Sit," the king instructed, gesturing to the large couch opposite him.
Jemma gripped Michael's arm a little tighter as they walked towards the couch, feeling multiple gazes bearing down on them as they did so.
The couch itself was super soft and velvety and was large enough to seat at least six people, dwarfing the couple as they sat down.
"You - you wanted to see us, your highness?" Jemma finally stuttered against the suffocating silence.
The king nodded his expression
