~Year 990
The High King erects a monument in honor of the deceased High King.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
Myrina stepped into the High King's tent, quirking a brow at Royal Advisor Theon's state.
Royal Advisor Theon was wrapped completely by what seemed to be two or three fur coats and clearly, the Royal Advisor was still cold.
Myrina walked further into the tent, stopping a short distance away from the bed, however the Royal Advisor was so engrossed in a text he was reading that he did not notice Myrina's presence.
Myrina cleared her throat quietly, the sound startling the Royal Advisor who glanced up in shock.
"Lord Rina!" Royal Advisor Theon exclaimed, completely shocked at Myrina's presence as he rose to his feet and bowed in greeting.
"Be at ease." Myrina permitted.
