[Music Recommendation: Castle of Glass ~ GnuS Cello]
"I'm sure they'll be okay. I trust General Malcolm; he always returns victoriously." Louis patted Oriana gently on the back. His expression was a mix of pity and worry as he watched the young queen, who had just bid farewell to her husband.
Oriana pressed her lips, struggling to muster even a shred of faith. Something felt off, especially after the ritual mistress's ominous gesture. She didn't want to jinx Adric's mission with too much worry, so she kept her concerns hidden. With a small sigh, she turned to enter the palace.
Freya and Louis exchanged a concerned glance. They wanted to lift Oriana's spirits, even if only for a moment.
"With the Queen's army, I'm sure everything will end quickly, and we won't lose any men. Isn't that right, Pa?" Freya nudged her father.
Louis nodded, "Yes, that's exactly what I said. The King will return before sunrise tomorrow."
