he elf nearly sprinted across the large chamber before stopping beside Sicuro. Her bright blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her deep ocean eyes were two pools of worry. Her maid dress was smoothed out as she stood at attention.
"Our Lady Dragon here would like some advice." He said and bowed out. "I'll let you two ladies speak alone. Come now, everyone. Leave the room and go about your duties. Excuse me, I'll be in the throne room if you require me."
The maids wanted to stay, but Sicuro wanted Akyryss to have some privacy for once. So he shepherded the maids out. Chalia waited until the room had been emptied, and the chamber doors slammed shut. When they had been left alone, she turned back to her idol before her.
"How may I help, Your Grace?" The elf asked.
"How do you help the one you love, when you cannot be by their side?" Akyryss asked with the same pleading look.
"Er... I mean.." Chalia was caught off guard by that, and the look. "Why can't you be with them? You are the Great White Dragon and if you cannot go, is there truly anything anyone could do?"
"I..." She looked past the maid, and out the bay doors. "I was rash this morning. I attacked the Theocracy."
"We all know," The maid smiled. "We are all proud of you. You finally stood up to that false god."
"But now I cannot leave this island, "Akyryss looked back. "Or I'll lose you all."
"Is this person worth more than all of us?" The maid asked seriously.
"That's the wrong question," Akyryss shook her head.
"How so?" The maid asked. "We are but mortals who will eventually die. If you love this person, you should be with them. You are immortal, and our lives must be like another day in your eyes."
"I lorded over this island because I wanted to make a paradise free of her bad memories," Akyryss said. "You are all here to complete her paradise."
"Is this your mistress you speak of?" The maid asked, catching on to what was going on.
"Yes," Akyryss nodded. "I felt it, earlier. I felt her power course through me, but afterward, her sorrow. I don't know what happened on the other end of the continent."
"Why don't you send a small contingent of soldiers to her?" The maid asked.
Akyryss head tilted slightly as if she didn't understand. But slowly, her eyes grew wider as the spark ignited in them. She smiled slowly and climbed out of her hammock. Chalia smiled as well because there was a gleam of mischief in her eyes. The dragon was back, and she only needed the right push.
The duo burst out of the chambers, startling the waiting guards and maids. The maids were quick to fall in line, leaving the guards wondering what was going to happen. A turn here, and a turn there. Akyryss found the door that led into the throne room. It was open wide and she walked in as Sicuro was talking with the head of the Merchant Guild. Both of them bowed to her as she stormed in, still puffy-eyed.
"Your grace!" The guild leader greeted before backing away from Sicuro when he saw her locked eyes.
"Your grace?" Sicuro felt a chill run down his spine as she walked.
He was happy that she had returned to normal, whatever that was. He, however, was more scared of that gleam in her eye. A plan had been hatched, and like most of them, were probably badly thought out. She stopped in front of him, and her smile grew into a scary grin that made him gulp.