Ylva's grin is splitting her face in two. She and Adal are on their horses, watching the battlefield from the top of one of the dunes. The battle has been going on for a couple of hours already, the screams and clashes of weapons are exciting to the queen.
"Do you not think that it is a beautiful sight, brother?" She utters.
"The fighting?" He asks.
"The victory." She answers.
"Our victory will be when we kill that girl and avenge Vigga."
"You are right, Adal." She nods while her eyes scan the battlefield. "But you must be happy that we are going to destroy the Easterners who have been a hindrance to us for years."
"That is true, I am sure that He will be pleased as well." The Mage agrees.
"Now that they have magic back, we might even get better results with fewer of them. That idiot helped us without even knowing." Ylva chuckles.
