“Your Highness Althea, pardon my intrusion. The Council of Aurius has sent me to you with a message.”

A messenger came into the castle courtyard, where Althea Elysien stood with a sort of determined, forlorn stance. She turned around to face them. 

“Aurius… Ah, indeed… Among the first places to fall victim to the dragons’ destruction… Now, what is it?”

“Your Highness… Actually, I must confess; I came here of my own volition, and not by the orders of the Council. I hope you’ll forgive me…”

Their eyes shifted down, and an air of anxiety settled in their body.

“But I had overheard of a dragon’s plans to overtake Lyraea. As such, I had to make haste to inform you right away.”

Althea approached the messenger, and rested a hand on their shoulder. “Easy now. I appreciate what you’ve decided to do,” she said. “However, that is quite the ambitious goal… Of course, we would become a target sooner or later; but I question how they would actually be able to defeat Lyraea.” 

“Clearly you know not of the power of the dragons, Your Highness.” Their eyes shifted upwards to make eye contact with Althea. 

“And clearly they know not of the legacy of Lyraea. I have full confidence we will be able to take it on,” she asserted. “We are Lyraea, after all. None shall get in our way.”

“You are ever admirable for your courage, Your Highness… The Unrelenting Mage.” 

“Nay, it is simply my duty. I shall defend Lyraea at all costs.” She took her hand off of their shoulder, and smiled. “Now then, you must be tired. If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to let me – or anyone know. The hotel is always open for visitors, and we’re always striving to improve it to ensure the best hospitality.” 

“Thank you, Your Highness. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

The messenger dismissed themself and walked out of the courtyard. Althea herself would sit down at a bench, and contemplate by herself.

The dragons… There’s no telling what kind of plan they’re formulating if they intend to attack Lyraea. I have to stay ever strong… I won’t allow my spirit to falter. 

She closed her eyes, and brought a hand close to her chest. 

O Luxana… This Brand I bear, allow me to use your power to its fullest to defend the people we love so dearly. And may our ancestors watch over us as well – O founding kings Cerio and Adonis.

She looked out the window, to a crimson sunset. The night would be long.