The throne room feels different than the last time I was here, but that does kind of make sense. The last time was for an official part of the coronation, this is for the ceremony and banquet to celebrate those who helped Iset"s father pass to the afterlife. At least I understand why I"ve been invited, even if I"m not entirely sure what the ceremony itself is.
I step closer to Nik, and his hand lands on my lower back.
"Why are we here again?" I ask.
"Iset requested our presence, so here we are."
Around us, people are talking to one another as if there"s nothing unusual about the situation, and barely any of them have even noticed me. It seems to be about an even spread of priests to nobles from what I can tell, though the line is often so thin that no one can really tell the difference
