They passed small groups of soldiers filtering through the hall, each giving a sharp nod to their new queen and simply glowering at her captive on the way by, while the servants simply ducked their heads from both the queen and the prince to continue with their duties. She had briefly flicked her hand at the guest chambers near her own, repeating her information that they were there should he chose to use one, then leading him through a long hallway of stone with glass panels fitted over large cuts in the stone, the windows nearly as tall as the hall itself in their intervals. The windows granted the prince a glimpse of the outside world that looked the same as the previous evening, no sunrise despite the obviously slowly lighting sky, the overcast blood-red sky peeking through the black clouds still.<br/><br/>Her fingers came to rest on an archway that was the entrance to a large chamber with a long rectangular table as well as several stiff-backed looking chairs, papers and ink still strewn at several places, as if the inhabitants were going to return after catching up on some sleep. "My council room... I shall have to remind them to pick up after themselves it seems... without a war to plan, there's no excuse for working until they fall asleep at the table any longer." Elara mused quietly as she strolled around the table, letting her fingertips rest on the map that was a plan to move some of the more... rebellious units out of the palace and along a winding route to a city called Etuyton, a long distance from the current one, labelled Ceidale, the only city this close to the portal. "I suppose I shall have to introduce you to my Councillors eventually when they learn that we did not take a surrender from your father but you and relinquished land we hoped to build upon." She mused aloud before turning and beckoning him to follow her out.