08.1 – The Society of Witches and Wizards
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On the other side of the elevator door was a magnificent throne room fit for a King.

Four long and simple stabled columns occupied each corner of the room. Colorful and splendid in its prime, they were now faded and dull, just like the exterior. Fortunately, the walls and the ceilings all but made up for it with golden square tiles arranged next to one another. The floor wasn't quite as colorful, being ceramic, there weren't many colors to choose from, anyway. Attention was drawn instead to the long red carpet laid out in the middle of the room.

Seymour and Ivey followed the red carpet from one side to the other.

Ivey's eyes regarded the room. Her attention was immediately drawn to the decorated tapestry in multiple colors fastened from the ceilings, several inches from the walls on each side. They were engaging, colorful, and compelling in their own way—each cloth depicting a symbol in the center. One pictured an animal with the head of a snake and body of a lion—or tiger. Another revealed a tree that was half blooming and half dying. One particular fabric especially caught her eye because it symbolized a wolf that looked comparable to the insignia on Seymour's belt.

Altogether, she counted six hanging on each side for a total of twelve. And directly underneath each tapestry were chairs of the same color and size, skillfully placed and aligned. The chairs weren't as attractive, however. All of them were drab and boring in nature, and they didn't seem very comfortable to sit in for long periods.

"Those are symbols belonging to each house of the Society," the voice spoke up as Ivey and Seymour stopped at the end of the carpet. It was the same voice that beckoned them inside earlier.

Having reached the other side of the room, Ivey and Seymour stood six to eight feet away from a large throne. It wasn't overly fancy or intrinsically decorated, just massive—anyone who sat in it would become the center of attention. The red and gold colors adorning the seat were both colors of power and wealth, just like the man who sat upon it.

"Welcome, Seymour. It's been a long time. Please, make yourselves comfortable and sit down," his Lordship waved his hand nonchalantly. Two chairs appeared behind Seymour and Ivey. "I must apologize for the lack of audience, but we just got your message the day before and didn't have enough time to prepare a feast for your arrival."

Seymour may be used to standing but Ivey needed to sit. Her legs weren’t made to stand all day long. While Seymour remained standing, Ivey took the seat behind her, examining the stranger.

Seeing in colors had its advantages. It was starting to be the first thing Ivey noticed about the people around her. It was also another way for Ivey to read people and the types of individuals they were. The more striking the colors, the more it resembled its owner's personality and traits.

However, Ivey was still trying to learn what the colors meant. Where Ivey’s parents had been a warm yellow, red, and orange, this Lordship in front of her was a dazzling blue—the shades resembling Seymour’s eyes. Ivey registered blue with cold. As in, someone lacking warmth or empathy.

Unfortunately, the stranger before her seemed quite the opposite. So maybe blue meant something else?

Ivey continued to consider the man. He was tall, powerful and impressively built—probably as tall as Seymour but bulkier with the armor he had on. His legs were also covered in thick, steel armor except for the thighs, displaying dark fabric underneath. The forearm guards he wore were the same dense metal. With a white buttoned top and a large cloak in the same pigment as the throne he sat upon, he was hard to ignore.

Much like Seymour, his hair was kept long and wild behind him, a deep red orange that reminded her of flames. A chiseled face and an elegantly straight nose that never got into a fight led to a pair of dark foreboding eyes staring at her keenly. While Seymour was tan, the man in front of her had a lighter skin tone, almost pale, but no less intensive.

Ivey had grown up all her life without encountering such sexy, refined, charismatic men. However, in the short time since taking on her role, two of them were standing in front of her. Ivey felt sorry for much of the female—and male—population. They were missing out!

Ivey also noted that while they were both dangerous and alluring in their own ways, only one could make her heart sprint.

"Is this truly her?" The stranger directed his question at Seymour, but his eyes focused on her.

"Yes and no."

"So, the ceremony worked?"

"Far too well."

"Does she remember?" This time the stranger glanced over at Seymour when asking.

How rude!

"No, I don't have any memories," Ivey intervened, then continued. "Let me introduce myself first since you two are doing so well at speaking to each other about me, in front of me, like I'm not here.

"Hi, I'm Ivey Link, by the way. Although, I've been told I'm the reincarnate of Ivey King."

There was a bit of silence before the stranger in front of her chuckled. His voice was low and sweet, "My apologies. I assumed Seymour told you who I am, but it appears he still hasn't changed after all these years."

"He told me we were meeting with the Crown Jewel but didn't go into any details." Ivey met him head-on.

"Sounds like the Seymour I know," his eyes twinkled playfully. "It was rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Noble Atkin, the Crown Jewel of the Society of Witches and Wizards. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you once again, Shaman Queen."

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A/N:

Noble is an interesting fellow, very different from Seymour. What do you think about him? What are your first impressions of him thus far?

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