His eyes were dry as he looked to the ground. How long had he been staring at that one particular patch of light? It was wide, glowing softly and shifting as each minute passed. How many times had it changed? He really didn’t know, that wasn’t good, he couldn’t afford to lose track of time or lose track of himself. After so many years he was liable to lose more than just his focus if he didn’t keep aware. He blinked, feeling the weariness starting to weigh down on his shoulders, bending his spine, weakening his arms but he still had a task to complete.
A long sigh left him, disturbing the dust that had settled around him, sending it flutter
“Your Grace, they are getting closer. Avat has fal-”
“Your Highness, the forces of King Galvus are approach-”
“My Queen, the Outskirts have fallen. Only the Citadel is left.”
The words spiralled through her mind as she sat upon her throne, feeling the stone under her rear pressing harshly into her. She prefered it this way, too many times had she been offered cushions and decadence, she wouldn’t stand for it. She hadn’t got to where she was by being weak and accepting luxury. She had taken her Queenship by force and by steel and she could feel that flowing through her. The armies of her foes were approaching
