100 in 100!

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Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Conglomerate

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“Father…?”
“You should dress and come with me. Cook has prepared breakfast, and there is much to discuss, much you must know. I will wait for you in the hall…”
“Have you been here all…”
He nodded once. “Come now…hurry. This must be done quickly.”
Not knowing what he meant, not yet shaking off the memories of blood on his hands and clothes but choosing, for the moment, to rely on a lifetime of trust, she slid out of bed, noticing the nightgown she did not remember changing into, and quickly changing into the clothes laid out on the settee once she was alone in the room.
It had not been a dream. Of that much, she was certain.
The meal spread on the long table set up in the visiting chamber was as elaborate as any her father had ever enjoyed, the aromas so thick on her tongue that she could nearly taste each delicacy as she scanned the faces in the room, judging who she could rely on and who she could not. There were those who had been there with Aman, and two knew ones who had not been, an unusual conglomerate of weary, troubled faces, but only Anakarist Miller was familiar. She sat when Aman pulled out the chair at the head of the table, where her father usually sat, and though she frowned, her steps shaky as she approached, she sat where instructed and held her tongue until Aman was likewise seated.
“What has happened to my father?”