Chapter 25

The Leader's entourage arrived at the welcoming pavilion of the Air Fortress. The Matriarch stood at the very front, her head held high. She wore dark gown that contrasted with her long silver hair that was held up in an elegant up-do, with a few strands left free to shape her face. It was rare to see her in anything other than the white official robes of the palace. It was an evident show of how she thought of the visit away from the capital.

To have the Matriarch appear in something casual meant that she considered her host a trusted friend, enough for her to let down her guard. If that wasn't clear indication then the dark haired boy standing next to her was. The Heir stood on the Matriarch's right but a step or two behind her. His refined features were popular all around the Isle as was the indifference that made him seem cold.