The wind howls and the sails has been sail down. The sailors watch the seas, now dark with only whale oil lighting their presence in the ship.
The wind howling only lends more ominous feeling in the night.
It was a dark night at the Dragon Head, the ship of the Emperor. And every sailor are fearful of what lies ahead.
They all pray to their own gods, praying for a safe journey.
Rhyssa was in her cabin alone.
No one dare disturbs her since morning.
It has been a few weeks since they sail and according to her knowledge she will reach the Port in a few days or maybe even tomorrows depending on the wind.
She was just polishing her spear when a knock to her door startled her. She was not to be disturbed she mused.
Who dares disobey her orders?
'Who is there?' she said coldly.
'It is I, Mikael, Your Grace.'
Rhyssa eyebrows ceased hard. Mikael huh she mused.
