(Sorry this took so long. If I need to edit something, let me know.)<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">The Day Before</span></span><br/><br/>Sybolt marched towards the hall leading towards the throne room, glancing out of the lines of windows, displaying the swimming merfolk and the guardsmen making their daily rounds. He paused for a moment, seeing a trace of snow white trot before the window. With dark blue fins down her neck, and lovely golden hues, the horse gave an enthused neigh before she went galloping off. Holding back a laugh in his lips, he made his way towards the throne. Though the sight was best saved for a comedy show, much less a King's throne. Several knights and nobles collapsed on the floor, laughter overtaking most it not all of them. Some wiping the tears from their faces.<br/><br/>This was not surprising to Sybolt at first. But before he could give a word, the King spoke as the laughter continued around them. "Oh no. What do you pronounce "fish" without the 'i'?" Running a hand through his large grey beard, he finally answered. "FSH!" Before Sybolt knew it, chuckles and loud laughs broke out once more. Two guards falling flat on their buttocks before the King, pointing at the King. Finally approaching his father, standing a few feet away from the King.<br/><br/>"Not even a chuckle from you, my son?" The King asked. "Have you grown cold to me?"<br/><br/>"No. Father. That meeting is today, and I wish to go with you." Sybolt spoke sternly, standing sternly while his father rose up from the throne as he gave a more solemn expression.<br/><br/>"And do you know what this meeting for?" Emiyn asked, seeing that the knights and nobles were doubling in laughter to pay attention to them.<br/><br/>"A man named Dardanos... Someone presumed dead..." Sybolt answered.<br/><br/>The King rose fully from his throne. Treading with a strong gait, his hands resting on his son's shoulders. He shook his head, "No, my son... Dardanos isn't dead... He is real. And he will return to this world. If he were truly dead, this meeting would not be needed." His tone grew darker before he advanced towards the doors. Sybolt followed suit behind his father whilst an elder-looking guard clad in silver and azure armor approached them both. "Gorlois-" The King began before the knight raised his hand. "Watch over yourselves, and I shall watch this land. Be it a dog or monster, Cordelia will stand my last breath."<br/><br/>"Thank you, Gorlois." The King said relieved. "It seems I can always rely on you."<br/><br/>"I look forward to having a joke for you when we return."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Day of the Council Meeting:</span></span><br/><br/>Father and Son spared no time in preparing for the council, and King Emiyn gathered two of his best horses: Serdan and Llamrei. Once he noticed the two approach them, a smile was pulling upon Sybolt's face. "This is a special day. You may Llamrei, and there'll be no arguing that point." And no arguments there would be. The two traveled hastily to Tora, Emiyn looking to his son and mostly the budding smile that seemed glued to his face at that moment. Llamrei was chosen by Sybolt when she was born, and the two bonded instantly. However, when Sybolt was swimming, an assassin ambushed him. Llamrei jumped in, and managed to send him off, but was badly injured. He was worried she wouldn't have pulled through. They arrived at the old castle safe and sound. Though it was good to see they weren't the only ones to arrive.<br/><br/>To be at the once Kingdom of Light was a sight for sore eyes, though Emiyn was already preparing a joke for the messenger when they would leave. If King Emiyn was known for anything, it would be  trying to brighten someone's day. As the other rulers had arrived, Emiyn's legendary smile was replaced with half-solemn, half-amused glance. He petted Serdan and Llamrei before he left.<br/><br/>"It's your choice to sit in on this. It will be long." Emiyn commanded, his voice firm with authority. The prince merely nodded as Llamrei snorted contentedly before his father grabbed him by the arm. "And son... Raise your head. You need not look so depressed." He spoke before that glance returned to his face. The two entered the crystalline room, Dylan could not help but take in the beautiful sight. It was pleasing to the eye, but after a fell sadness befell it now. Like an empty void grasping for something to fill it.