Zane trudged through the mess of your temple. Finally coming to your casket as he pushed off the glass lid which shattered on the ground.

He looked at your sleeping form, comfortably tucked in flowers of varying kinds. He planned to kill you for your power, until your eyes flickered open groggily. He quickly sheathed his sword and got on one knee, bowing his head.

“ Your highness. I request your aid in taking down— Lady Aphmau.. “

The disdain in his voice was palpable.