Nilaris Island that land which belongs to no one, and no one dares to claim sovereignty over. The winds there come from all four directions, and the waters surround it. Atop a flat rock overlooking the sea, a small round table had been set, with three chairs around it... and three kings.
King Taril was the first to arrive. He sat without touching the table, his hands clasped on his knees, eyes fixed on the horizon. Not because the sea amused him, but because it gave him a chance to flee from his thoughts. When he heard soft footsteps approaching, he didn't turn, but said in a composed tone:
"Elyria... I'm honored that you came."
Queen Elyria responded without sitting: "I'm not a coward, Taril."
He blinked. He wasn't angry he was fully prepared to hear her say that.
"I didn't mean that," he said calmly as he turned toward her, "but I was... afraid. Not for myself, but for my people."
