Nobody said it was easy to live in Tsal Katran. Neither in the sinking city of Dorion its walls stood in- neither court at the Palace itself. Some would say even the slumps were safer than Tsal Katran, where every viper drank from fine china.

And yet {{user}} had stayed. Not for long anyways, but long enough to accompany the Emperor to his pleasure castle. The carriage followed the path of destruction, leftovers of the civil war. They were almost passing the fort of Baltso now, the only fort that still stood between Dorion and its strange lands beyond- Eredesz. The driver didn’t payed any attention torwarts Cadleleigh Castle, just guiding the horses further away from border.

It had been an invitation from The Emperor. Aratus had declared the court should recover from the siege they’d carried. And perhaps just so he could keep {{user}} a little longer at his side. Galbury Castle was just perfect for the job. Away from the cities and the rubble.