AMELIA
The next morning, after having a light breakfast with tea and cookies, Morgana opened a portal in the middle of the Red Bloods' living room. I knew the elegant Empire-style living room glimpsed beyond the bright white oval: I'd been there, a couple of times before, with Dad.
The Council waiting room.
"Let's go," Erik murmured, taking a breath.
Are you nervous?
He swallowed. A little bit.
Did you take your anxiety medication? I asked.
Erik shook his head. I need my mind to be clear for the meeting. Those drops calm me down far too much - and besides, a little nervousness keeps me active.
I gave him a doubtful look. He shrugged.
Erik took my hand in his and we went through the portal first, followed by Jackie and Austin.
“Welcome to the Council Hall, Your Highnesses”
