*** (Two months later.)
"Young Duchess Willow, is finally back on the playing board, what are your next plans, Master Griffin?" A small soldier stepped forward, in the little office, where three of the elders of the military institution of Belfare, were discussing some important matters.
There were five other elite soldiers -who were in the middle of training to become knights- that were guarding the outside of the room. They were ready to draw their swords to attack any unwelcomed guests since that was what they were training to do.
"Who is she playing for?" One of the elders replied, to the left of Master Griffin who was currently thinking. The one that replied, was in his mid-fifties, with short salt and pepper hair, wearing his uniform with all of his pins and badges, over his heart.
