Queen Estel, who had just heard about the tragic event to have befallen her men, and taken place nowhere else, but in her realm, grieved.
Only but for a second... For she had grown fond of him.
Always at arm's length whenever he was needed to sort an issue out... Using brute force, or rash actions that could only lead to the making of newly injured persons, or decrease in the population's head count.
As usual, with the dark shady gowns that meant nothing good, but Ill intentions to follow up in any of her decisions... Now that she has no one to stop her from doing so, from having to explain why what she instructs is not the best choice, and that there are more wiser alternatives, her future decisions will be based on an unreliable foundation.
One she would have to second guess it all
