The Empress stood there before the sealed gates, her silvery veil trembling slightly in the wind that barely moved.
She wasn't afraid of blades or beasts, what she felt now, deep in her bones, was dread.
Lucas noticed it. Her posture stiffened, her gaze shifting past the guards on the wall as if she were seeing through the stone and into the heart of the capital itself. The others exchanged uneasy glances. Lira and Selene looked confused, Nyx frowned and whispered something to Mirielle, but Lucas could tell...the Empress had realized something far worse than what they all imagined.
"What is it, Your Majesty?" Lucas asked softly, his voice steady though he already feared the answer.
