Gart's fist hovered the double doors, contemplating whether to knock on it or not. Sucking in a deep breath, he finally did so, knowing sooner or later he was bound to go in anyway.
"Come in." Came Tesarius's exhausted voice.
Sure enough, when Gart made his way inside and deeper into the study, he found the Emperor slumped on his chair, head in his hands as he stared into nowhere. He looked tired to the brink of collapse.
Well… what did he expect?
"Your Majesty, it is nearly time for the assembly. Would you like to head out?"
Silence.
"Your Majes-"
"Where is the Empress?"
Oh. Is he concerned about her? That is unexpected, but I guess he does love her after all.
"Her Majesty headed out for a bit."
"Where?"
He must be worried about her whereabouts.
"I cannot say for certain. Last I checked she rode away somewhere in her horse."
Which is understandable. Her Majesty must have been devastated by the news. Now all he needs to do is-
"Track her."
What?
