Cahir was proud of his elite dark calvary. This elite division had won the trust of Emperor Emhyr enough to put the safety of both Cintra Kingdom's princesses into Cahir's hands.
As the calvaries cleared the road ahead, Cahir strolled down the walkway, not yet looking at Princess Olivia. He looked down to the ground from the top of the tower, sighing in relief.
Nobody could survive that fall.
The view was not as pretty as it used to be. It used to flourish with greens and color. After the war, it became a temporary operational base for Emperor Emhyr to do whatever he liked.
To prevent any accidents, Cahir walked to the edge of the tower, securing a safe distance between Princess Olivia and the thin air. He was worried that Princess Olivia would do something stupid after she saw her home now occupied by the Nilfgaardian Empire black calvaries.
Cintra Kingdom's could not prevent its grim fate. It was destined to be a state of the Nilfgaardian Empire.
