Cailina's eyes burned at the letter, and the three words remained even though she glared a hole through the paper. The tea lost its warmth, and she has yet to break her trance from the words.
It brought out a distant memory, more of a dream that she experienced. The Divine never interests her. They were far from their creations, leaving each one to fight for their own, and now favored one. Cailina believed that it was one of their past times, to invoke jealousy inside hearts that could break at any moment.
Figuring it alone would get her nowhere.
She stormed out of the room and headed towards her father's study. Her great father might have an answer, as he's a capable man with resources he could gather if he wanted to. Being the Minister of the Crown would give her answers into what His Highness meant.
