When Leeora returned to her house, she found the black-haired king already seated inside, having made himself comfortable on the largest armchair in her lounge. He was leaning casually on the armrest, one hand under his chin, his red eyes expressionless between the black strands of his messy short hair. He simply watched her close the door behind her, saying nothing as she approached.
With his dark regal clothes, his commanding presence looked completely out of place inside the elf's house which was filled with simple wooden furniture and leafy plants.
The Head of the Witches, Cornelia Grimm, was standing quietly by the side of the King, waiting for Leeora to return. There were only the three of them inside. Since Erlos was not with the King, it probably meant Draven didn't find it important to bring him there with him.
"The Wood Elves are honoured to welcome King Draven in our humble city," Leeora greeted him with her head lowered.
