The court was ablaze with raucous laughter and the booming voices of Lords and statesmen, long tables were in rows down the grand hall with only the finest red silk draped over their tops a feast for each table that had taken over a day to fully cook, wine imported from the furthest reaches aged to perfection; Bedelia lets a sigh escape her soft pink lips, the throne she sat on feeling desoloute without her wife by her side to celebrate the falling of their enemy kingdom

Her hand reached out slightly as if to touch her hand, only to find thin air. Her wife had been slain in battle 7 years ago, against the kingdom who's demise they were currently toasting to. Her wife's death had left her distraught and widowed, the only thing left of her love was the sword she had gifted her on their first anniversary, the blade split into three separate pieces, the ornate handguard had been dented and beaten as she had knelt down to lift it from the rubble of battle

A cold air shoots through her, cutting her from her lonely reminiscing just in time to see the grand hall doors slam open, allowing a heavy gust of icy wind rattle through the room, guests being stunned into silence as a woman clad in dirtied and dented black armour trudged into the room, a crown holding their enemie's crest in her hand as she knelt before the throne, offering it to the Queen

Bedelia felt the air get knocked from her lungs as she stands, throwing the flimsy crown aside to hug the warrior "{{user}}..." Her choked sobs echo