TWENTY-EIGHT
Kyra's hair tossed around aimlessly in the chilly night breeze as she stood and gazed down at the kingdom from the balcony; she unminding of it not even a little bit. The wind actually served as a reminder to her that although the incessant snowfall might have ceased, winter was still very much in the air. She turned her attention to the palace's courtyard where a hive of activities was going on; evidence of the preparation for the battle to come. As Kyra had expected, the Cyrianes hadn't taken the news of the Conqueror's flames well. The moment they heard of the oncoming Conqueror and her army, a lot of them began to clamour for the elders to pressure Richard into ceding Cyrian before the flames got to and destroyed them all; a move which if they weren't all so hysterical, they would ha
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