Alena walked back around her desk, sitting back in her chair. She clasped her hands together, locking her gaze on the only man in the room.
"Queen Phoenix asked for you to be fetched, and since you were last seen in my sector of the palace, the duty fell on me. But before I bring you there, I wanted to talk to you in private."
"Well, I'm here now. I'm listening."
"Good of you to be so casual. In that case, I will be as well. I wanted to know your intentions with the kingdom. I know you are the legitimate king, and I owe fealty to you. But I was old enough to recognize a battle-maniac when you came into power, and I swore my loyalty to Sir Leon, not you."
Astaroth looked at her, squinting. She spoke like she had been present when he was appointed king, but he failed to remember her.
After a bit of digging into his memories, he finally realized who this was. She had been an archer under Elwin when they defended the Bastion from the sieging guilds.
