The General's boots echoed sharply through the grand entrance hall, her pace urgent and hurried.
Marble floors stretched before her, polished to a mirror shine that reflected the afternoon sunlight streaming through tall arched windows.
Tapestries depicting the Sinclair family's history hung from stone walls, battles won, treaties signed, lands conquered.
Cass's father, the first duke from the Sinclair family, established the duchy through the achievements he reaped in the service to the empire. His feats are still consdered the benchmark even among veterants.
But she didn't spare them a glance.
The box pressed tight against her chest.
"General Kael!" A servant carrying linens jumped aside as she barreled past, nearly dropping her load. "Is everything—"
Kael didn't answer. Didn't slow down.
Her scythes bounced slightly on her back with each hurried step, the metal making soft clink sounds against her armor.
