—Natasha's POV—
The Grand Conclave Chamber was not meant for the daylight. This place was like a rock that was broken open in the middle of the city. It was an quiet darkness where the light went away.
The pictures in the glass were not of people. Of really old agreements and legendary punishments from a long time ago. They had colors like red and a purple that seemed to judge you. There was also a yellow that looked of sickly. These colors made shapes on the floor of the room. The air in the room felt old it was cold and really dry.
This place is for making decisions not for talking about stuff. It is not for people to share their thoughts. We are supposed to follow the rules that have always been, in place without asking why. Tradition is really important here. People are expected t
