I stood beneath the entryway, holding in a gasp of breath. The vaulted ceiling was made of glass. Intricate wood cuttings covered every wall while large white pillars framed every corner. A musician sat in the farthest corner playing a harp. Servants rushed in and out of the room with glasses of amber colored wine and plates of various appetizers. The silver crown Ariel insisted I wear felt awkward. As I made my way toward the table, I ran through everything she’d said only moments ago. I needed to exude confidence, so I tilted my head slightly, relaxing my face. A smile didn’t seem appropriate. Members of the air council were seated around a massive wooden rectangular table in the center of the room. Each wore lavish yellow robes and dresses. A large plant with multi-colored flowers, bright berries, and fruits covered most of the table. I came to stand next to the only empty seat, which happened to be at the head of the table. The music stopped abruptly and each person stood. ‟Welcome, Princess,”
