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Today the room was empty except for some benches in the back and the two thrones at the front. Cyra didn't dare touch the thrones, it wasn't a guarantee that Menos would be crowned and the future monarch might not like the idea of her touching anything. She touched her face feeling the small welt and felt her anger rising up again. "How dare he touch my face..." She fumed as she set herself up in the middle of the room. Thankfully the room was not heavily draped in rugs and tapestries or curtains, so if she projected her voice it would produce a nice echo and anyone inside the castle or currently coming to the castle should hear it. She did need to calm down though, for her voice thought impossible not to listen to for any of the male gender, did not work half as well when it shook with rage.
So for ten minutes she stood there calming herself before she opened her lips and began to sing out

"Come to the throne room royalty
the meeting will be held inside
Come for you can not resist me
my voice which there reside"

It didn't occur to her that the guards or anyone else might recognize her voice as the one who helped break into the castle. She didn't even dream of hiding her identity as a Siren.

Dahn carefully finds the entrance to the Throne room as he quickly goes through without making much noise, he then shuts the door behind him to avoid anybody from noticing a shadow of a person within the room, and turns around to see Genji and Cyra as he fell back softly on the ground as he tried to see what he had found. He then grumbles under his voice as he complains to the voice in his head that told him to come into the room in the first place.

Menos entered the throne room and took a deep breath. Things were fairly unsettling standing in that wide near empty throne room. Immediately, Menos could see three pairs of wings on a single body. That sort of visage was difficult to miss even in a dense fog. There was only one person who was that easy to spot. Other than Cyra though, he didn't recognize anybody by name and only a few by face from the ball. He didn't really go introducing himself back at the ball and Emeriss wound up occupying the majority of his time before the events unfolded. Menos glanced briefly back to Kel, "If this is your first time in the union throne room, you're not alone."

The Chancellor and bailiff of city hall, or likely just a couple of old fogies to those who've never been there, came entering the throne room from the small side entrance in mid conversation. Chancellor Vittance began a sentence as he stepped in with the bailiff following behind. "Still, it would have been nice to be kept in the loop about it. Maybe just say something along the lines of, "we're going to conduct an ancient untested ritual for the sake of overcoming our impotence.""

The bailiff scratched his forehead and sighed, "When you put it that way, who would want to admit it?" He took the crown over to the center throne and gently placed it upon the seat before continuing, "I've been going bald for decades now but you don't hear me talking about it much less trying to solve it with magic."

"I see your point, but it isn't the same thing, Barry. Sometimes people wish to step back and see if their life's work has set something better in motion for the future." Vittance paused to wait for bailiff Foster to finish before he made his way across the room to the benches at the opposite wall.

"Well, did it work?" Barry asked. As the two arrived, they slowly took a seat on the bench. The bailiff sat back and sighed, the chancellor took out a bizarre device from his knapsack and set it up. He took a sheet of parchment and slid it onto a roll and adjusted it within the machine before answering the bailiff. "I don't know. No one has said anything or recapped the events of the ball officially. It hasn't even been a full day since the event took place."

"Well, if it didn't work I wonder what happened? I guess until someone comes forward, we won't really know." Bailiff Foster fell silent for a moment before he jumped in his seat as something occurred to him. "Hey, what about that one thing the late King was pestering you about? I remember he threatened to kill me over it."

"The Sword of Atlantis? What about it?" The Chancellor straightened his glasses as he began to make adjustments with his machine.

"It wasn't there when we saw the murder scene."

"It's a weapon, people walk off with those sorts of things all the time."

"Do you think the killer might have done it?"

The Chancellor froze in place. He felt a bit ill witted for not coming to that conclusion. The queen had an obvious laceration. The King's death wasn't so apparent to him. "Even so, it doesn't get us any closer to the bottom of this mystery. All we have is a missing weapon, no suspect, no motive, and a very general time frame."

"That's true," Foster sighed.

Wanting to answer, Dahn suddenly came to realized that he couldn't remember who Violet was as his mind had no memory of why he was near the castle much less who Violet was, and so he didn't respond at all. Mainly out of fear from speaking to such a powerful force in the land, however he literally didn't even know anyone but himself and a man named Orin who he thought may not be human at all, and so he remained silent as he also gains a headache from trying to remember despite losing all knowledge of who he had met before or who he was with.

Luc didn't suspect that someone had noticed him at first. He ignored the simple 'you' he heard shouted out, figuring someone else was being called out to for some reason. When he heard the question of why he was hiding behind the doors, he turned around. There was no denying he was the target this time. Folding his arms and turning his head, Luc stared at the girl out of the corner of his eye, "What's it to you? I'm not bothering anybody." Though he didn't have a good look at first, he quickly recognized that face. He managed to remain unchanged about his expression, but mostly because his position was given away. At the least, if nothing had happened, no one could accuse him of anything.

Menos had trailed off for a moment, becoming beholden to this thoughts. Judging by what the chancellor said, nobody had explained to them the events of the ball yet. His train of thought dissolved as Princess Illusion approached. Standing still and resolute, Menos listened, "I see. Well I can't help him with what happened last night. I spent the duration of that event unconscious. As for dehydration..." He upturned the palm of his right hand then glanced back toward Kel. "Kel, crack a window. If I do this, it'll feel like a desert in here if there's no ventilation." The air felt to move as Menos pulled moisture from the local air to form a narrow cylinder of water over the palm of his hand. His fingers twitched a bit as the water finished collecting above them. There was a crackling noise formed an icy sheet crystallized the bottom and sides of the cylinder. "Give him this," He said, holding out the makeshift glass of water to Illusion.