Alora's chambers at the academy had been transformed from a barren space with wooden chairs and benches into a luxurious room adorned with silk-covered couches, fresh flowers, and other necessities fit for royalty.
Duke of Hopewell inspected the room before approaching Alora, bowing deeply. "I hope the arrangements are sufficient for the day, Your Highness. Please let me know if you require anything else," the duke said, his tone deferential but strained.
Alora, washing her hands at the basin, turned slightly, her expression unreadable. Recognizing him from a sketch she had seen, she nodded imperiously and sat on the couch, reclining with the air of absolute authority. "Investigate the attack on the royal entourage," she commanded, her voice calm but edged with steel. "Find out every individual involved."