“Skip past through the glimpse of conflict—that shall open a path to the riverside.”
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Queen Elysia and Queen Seraphina left the throne room.
Now, without their esteemed leaders, the tension between the enemies who were given no orders aside from staying in, are in a questionable state of truce and confrontation. And, in a room full of people with varying personalities, it was only a matter of time before one of them explodes. Currently, as they sat in the spaces they are comfortable with, the time has finally come.
Standing up from sitting like a kid with her legs crossed in the middle of the red carpet, Lady Zamora Childe held her spear tightly. “This is out—” before she could continue, her sister, Lady Alora Childe, who is sitting at the foot of the stairs leading to the throne
