"I was just in the mood for dessert." Rose said, rising from her chair.
Her cape followed her like a ghost, already setting the pace for the step to take her to the rainfolk.
Her meal had been mediocre, bitter. She couldn't understand why the long-established units in the area were in trouble—centuries of colonization, of effort, reduced to nothing by five intruders. She'd hoped to spend a few peaceful days at most, as she and her troops scoured the ocean in pursuit of rumors. For her, it was pure coincidence that she had arrived in territory conquered by the Tashran citizens.
She had been held for a long time on the shores of the Rainlet continent, after the death of two of her sisters. No one knew their assailants, no witnesses had survived to guide her. But she had to follow the instructions of the kingdom's new king, her brother Arthur Aethersworn.
