It was another depressing night.
A woman draped in a tight-fitting royal emerald and white commander uniform was walking through the hall. Her half-split hair, one emerald and the other black, fell in waves to her shoulders, framing her uptight face.
Her steps slammed hard against the soft carpet.
Frustration was evident as she put more strength than normal into her steps.
In her hand is an open leather scroll.
From the royal stamp near the bottom, it must be from the royal bubble. From the emperor.
Princess Davina went to the eastern wing and arrived in a rectangular room. She looked to the side—to the sofa, and saw Lady Mira was sitting there in the darkness, away from the window and the moonlight that carries the temptation from the Blood Moon.
She sat across from Mira and threw the scroll onto the table.
It has been days since the Tomb of Heroes.
And since then, Rex hadn't contacted her at all.
