"Very well, if there is nothing else, you may withdraw. All that needed to be done has been done, the battle is over; now rest and recover in peace." After Volan left, Faelga no longer seemed in the mood for jest, and ended the Royal Court proceedings promptly. Elves slowly rose to their feet, leaving the Royal Court in small groups.
Soon, the emptied Royal Court was left with only two people.
Faelga sat on the throne, with Wilder kneeling motionlessly on the spot. The Lady of Nature's lips parted slightly: "Kylo Crowfeather, son of Welter and Shandela."
The palm of the youth propping himself up on the ground opened slightly, his bowed head showing even more respect.
"The son of Welter and Shandela praises Your Majesty's wisdom, but how did you discern my identity?" Wilder's false name was unveiled, and facing the queen's majesty, the youth seemed to relax a bit.
Faelga's voice, cool and detached, rose slightly.
