"Mother! This isn't the time to keep acting like a Queen! We must flee!"
The anguished voice of a young girl echoed through the calls of the throne room as she begged. She sat on her knees, banging her head against the floor to show her sincerity.
"Everyone else is dead! Aurora is the only bastion of hope remaining for our people, and you wish to flee?!" The Queen responded furiously, ignoring the girl's pitiful state.
"Bastion or not, none of it matters anymore. Don't you understand by now?! There is no way for us to win against them!"
The Queen slammed her fist down on her armrest, causing a fierce shockwave to spread and push the girl back several meters.
"Enough! If I knew I was raising such a cowardly daughter, I wouldn't have put as much care into you as I did! To think you wish to abandon your people in times of crisis! Abominable!"
