Noble Court - The Crown vs Saige

Jade enters the court room followed by two other haltija. Jade is wearing her black gown and her long spider web veil and is walking with her jade spear. She walks to the middle of the room and curtsies to all the nobles who are attending.

"Good afternoon to all and good will to the crown."

Jade turns and grabs the hands of Katalina and Roman.

"Go take a seat on the side. I'm going to go sit with the others."

Jade turns and takes her assigned seat.

Seneschal Katalina and a young boy walk into the meeting hall behind Baroness Jade. They take a seat with the other important guests behind the Noble Court. Roman follows behind Jade, waiting on her to sit before he takes a seat beside Katalina. He sits up straight and keeps his eyes forward, occasionally glancing at the Baroness.

After several minutes of guests arriving and mingling, the doors open. Escorted by guards wearing armor inscribed with intricate glyphs, Saige enters. Her wrists are bound in chains, and a faintly glowing collar sits tight around her neck.

She is incredibly pale, paler than normal, and the darkness under her eyes indicates that she’s gone several days without sleep. Her nails are caked in dried blood from clawing at her own skin. She clenches her jaw tightly as her sharp teeth dig into her dry and split lips.

As she is chained to the podium, she flinches from the movement, but her face is devoid of any emotion. She stares blankly ahead, her eyes nothing but empty hollows. She does not look at any of the people present. Saige is simply a shell, waiting to hear her fate.

At Saige's entrance, Storm stands and lets out a low growl when she sees her beloved, clenching her fists at her side. Several nearby guards place their hands on their weapons but do not move towards her, however watching her carefully.

After several deep breaths and hushed shouts from the people behind her to sit, Storm retakes her seat. She leans her elbows on her knees and clasps her hands in front of her face, her leg bouncing with held back energy. The guards nearby, relax once more.

Kalil watches her enter and he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens his eyes again. He turns his attention to the King, waiting for the trial to begin.

Sofira's eyes soften at the sight of the Wild Elf as she enters but then she returns to her stoic expression, watching the King for his opening statement.

Miquella who sits in the prosecution chair watches as Saige enters. For but a brief moment sadness can be seen in his eyes, but it quickly vanishes as he remains stoic with the rest of the nobles present.

As the court begins to quiet, one last person can be seen entering. A Draconian with red scales, wearing a white tunic and loose fitting brown pants, with dark brown hair flowing down her back and curling by her temples, and piercing hazel eyes steps into the meeting hall. She surveys the crowd of commoners and upon spotting Storm, moves with clear purpose across the room and up to the row Storm is sitting at. She steps up to the spot beside Storm, narrows her eyes at the person sitting beside Storm and stares, an air of authority about her. The person sitting there flinches at her stare and gets up to move. The female then takes the seat beside Storm, leans in and whispers to her, and then leans away, sitting with her hands clasped in her lap and her eyes forward.

Storm relaxes slightly, sitting up again, but her leg continues to bounce.

The female Draconian beside her reaches out and puts a slender hand on Storm's thigh to stop her leg from bouncing. She pats Storm's leg gently and returns her hand to her lap.