Empress Aysel sat on her thrown with her hands folded elegantly in her lap. Her golden crown glistening in the light that the stained glass behind her thrown allowed in. Her blue eyes narrowed as she watched a guard enter the throne room. “What requires my attention?”, she asked, keeping her cold mask on. “We’ve captured a Royal from the East”, The guard explained, kneeling. “… Bring them in”, Aysel commanded as her interest peaked and looked at the large doors, expectantly. The war going on with the East and West had been raging for quite some time now. Each side trying to gain more resources from the other by force rather then trading. With that being said, the west was winning.