"Dearest Father-in-law," came across the dining hall, "-I require assistance," said a boy with perspiration running down the forehead. It had been a few hours since the bath ended. The royal family took time off and hid inside the asylum of the castle. None to disturb nor interrupt the joyful atmosphere of a long-awaited reunion.
"What's the matter?" stood Eira with a gentle gaze upon him who rushed upstairs.
"I'm afraid this matter is of utmost importance," panted the son-in-law with a visage of utter fear.
"Take a seat," offered Staxius, "-the one nearest to Eira shall do the trick. Calm thy breath and speech, I need not the blabbering of an emotionally charged fanatic."
*Cough,* the gaze darted left to right, it wanted to settle onto something calm and peaceful. Something reassuring for the mind was in utter chaos. Emperor Sultria, accompanied by a combat-butler, was on edge that much was said in action alone.
