Empress Eira stared Igna frankly, forcing a guarded stance for he expected many protests. By all means, why would one not care for her husband, family was important, yes? Turns out, the empress swallowed her ice-dragon, lifted young Gallliene into her arms, "-let's go," her heels tapped and cracked the ice, shattering the ice barrier throughout, "-have I missed something?" she stopped, "-brother, were you not the one who spoke of urgency…"
"Well," returned blankly, "-I expected at least a little bit of-"
"-of protest? Yeah…" she held on the 'eah', "-not going to happen. My priority is the safeguard of my child," a soft caress crossed the perpetual cold-stare, "-she's the only reason why I've stayed in Alphia. A child is happiest with a father and mother, politically, Alphia isn't safe from what you retold."
