Melisa marched down the palace hallway, Aria right beside her, their footsteps echoing through the stone corridor.
They arrived at Zephyra's study.
Melisa didn't bother knocking. She slammed her fist against the wood.
"Zephyra! Open up! We've, uh, we've got a situation!"
Aria raised an eyebrow at Melisa's impatience but didn't comment. Melisa shot her a quick grin.
[Yeah, I'm in a "get shit done" mood. Deal with it, princess.]
A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing Zephyra Vortell, her black robes flowing and, as usual, her cleavage hanging dangerously low.
"Melisa, Aria," she said with a sigh, leaning against the doorframe. "My condolences, Your Majesty. I just heard about the king a few minutes ago."
"It's fine," the princess quickly said. "That's not why we're here."
"Alright... What can I do for you two, then?"
