Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26535281-20170329002317/@comment-26295802-20170329004847

Imrahil looks up from his morning paperwork.

"Sir!" shouts Eredan from the end of the hall, "Some guy's here to see you. He claims to be the prince of a far-away kingdom..."

"Ah! Send him right in!"

"Uh... if you say so, sir."

Yang is escorted into the throne room. It's much smaller then The King's Citidel in Minas Tirith, but no less ornate. The floor is a huge mosiac in the form of a white swan on a field of blue.