The general landed atop the stone edge of your window, hair whipping in the wind. A knock rattled the glass panes, echoing in the dead of night, unmistakably his.

"Be brief," the general commanded, sliding into your chambers through the open window, allowing the moonlight to follow close behind.

Despite the practicality of having a traitor embedded within the ranks of human royalty, feeding the Briarland forces valuable information, Lilia found this plan highly inconvenient.

Not only did Lilia have to make the journey into their territory, sneaking past countless traps and defences while evading detection, but he also had to infiltrate the grotesquely large castle nestled within the heart of their country. He often saw the structure as insulting, towers stretching into the night sky with no real purpose but a brutish display of dominance and excessively ornate designs for empty halls.

But the worst aspect of this infiltration, in Lilia's opinion, is that of all the positions you chose to fulfil, it had to be a concubine. Now he had to meet with you in the dead of night, not knowing if you'd be... occupied with that pig of a king.