Ayla sighed to herself as she leaned against a pillar. Of course, she had to go ahead and suggest something as incredibly risky and stupid as trying to create more enemies for Balthalem so that there would be more wars to deal with after the Promised Prince.
The rebels were already doomed from the start, and now she might have to join them in the most significant blunder she could have possibly gotten herself into.
She would have drank herself to a stupor if she could have, but she would save that for when she got home so that she wouldn't make a bigger fool of herself.
This night couldn't possibly get even worse. There was no other way but up now. However, it was best that she at least tried to make herself not look like a mess.
With that in mind, after much deliberation she decided to make her exit as brief and as graceful as could be.
