Zachariel stepped inside a large room. There was a wide wooden table at the center, with Lena sitting on a high chair. In front of it was another short table with couches and chairs.
Bookshelves surrounded her and a large chandelier styled like a blooming flower hung high in the ceiling.
The floor tile was the same as that of his bedroom.
“Madame.”, Zachariel bowed. He felt a similar aura from when he was inside the Imperium Court.
“Come, sit.”, Lena invited, “Do you want something to drink?”
“Thank you, Madame, but I won’t be having drinks today.”, Zachariel rejected and sat on one of the couches.
Lena stood up, “You must already know why I asked for you to come here today.”, circling her table while approaching Zachariel.
Zachariel didn’t respond and looked at her indifferently. L
