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It was supposed to be a good day.
It was supposed to be a good day, like any other-- she'd wake up, get dressed, have a delicious breakfast, then take a seat on her throne and plan what to do with the rest of her waking hours. When she arrived at the feasting hall robed in a crimson-and-black Grimdallian dress and in a somewhat decent mood, she caught the smell of roasted meats and eggs. The queenly woman sat at the head of the table, her head held high as she waited to be served.
"Good morning, your excellence," murmured an older woman with long, black hair tied up in a tight bun atop her head. "I trust you slept well?"
Sherry would have smoldered in the presence of the other woman if it wasn't for the fact that she was one of her most trusted advisors. The red-haired queen leaned back in her chair and tipped her head up at her, somewhat uninterested in her question. "It was lovely like always, Tulipana. What brings you here at such a late hour? I would have thought that you had eaten already."
"Well, my liege, I came here to let you know you should expect visitors from out of the country in the next hour or so."
Sherry narrowed her eyes. It was the dead of summer and there wasn't a reason for anyone to come "visit", especially without a reason. Her mood slowly began to sour.
"Before you ask, it seems like our guests are arriving from the north."
"From Mordlind?"
Tulipana said nothing, but Sherry already knew it was true. With how much Galbia had been pressing into Mordlind's territory, it was only a matter of time that someone came around to confront her. It was surprising that they didn't knock on her doors any sooner. That didn't mean that she was in the mood to speak to outsiders, especially when they were nothing more than her enemy. Suddenly, the thought of the roasts and eggs for breakfast didn't seem so appetizing anymore.
How dare they decide to arrive uninvited? Sherry was tempted to have her men cut them down once they reached her borders. It'd be easier for both parties; she'd be rid of the pests, and they wouldn't disturb anyone ever again. It was a win-win.
"I suggest you listen to them, your highness. You might be able to convince them to join you without spilling any more blood. All you would have to worry about then is conquering Cretus, which should be an easy task if you have Mordlind on your side."
She thought about this for a long moment. Tulipana's suggestion was wise, but killing sounded so much more fun. Not to mention those miserable northerners had ruined her breakfast. Sherry sighed. "Very well. Prepare the guard and tell them to greet our guests at the city limits."
It was supposed to be a good day, like any other-- she'd wake up, get dressed, have a delicious breakfast, then take a seat on her throne and plan what to do with the rest of her waking hours. When she arrived at the feasting hall robed in a crimson-and-black Grimdallian dress and in a somewhat decent mood, she caught the smell of roasted meats and eggs. The queenly woman sat at the head of the table, her head held high as she waited to be served.
"Good morning, your excellence," murmured an older woman with long, black hair tied up in a tight bun atop her head. "I trust you slept well?"
Sherry would have smoldered in the presence of the other woman if it wasn't for the fact that she was one of her most trusted advisors. The red-haired queen leaned back in her chair and tipped her head up at her, somewhat uninterested in her question. "It was lovely like always, Tulipana. What brings you here at such a late hour? I would have thought that you had eaten already."
"Well, my liege, I came here to let you know you should expect visitors from out of the country in the next hour or so."
Sherry narrowed her eyes. It was the dead of summer and there wasn't a reason for anyone to come "visit", especially without a reason. Her mood slowly began to sour.
"Before you ask, it seems like our guests are arriving from the north."
"From Mordlind?"
Tulipana said nothing, but Sherry already knew it was true. With how much Galbia had been pressing into Mordlind's territory, it was only a matter of time that someone came around to confront her. It was surprising that they didn't knock on her doors any sooner. That didn't mean that she was in the mood to speak to outsiders, especially when they were nothing more than her enemy. Suddenly, the thought of the roasts and eggs for breakfast didn't seem so appetizing anymore.
How dare they decide to arrive uninvited? Sherry was tempted to have her men cut them down once they reached her borders. It'd be easier for both parties; she'd be rid of the pests, and they wouldn't disturb anyone ever again. It was a win-win.
"I suggest you listen to them, your highness. You might be able to convince them to join you without spilling any more blood. All you would have to worry about then is conquering Cretus, which should be an easy task if you have Mordlind on your side."
She thought about this for a long moment. Tulipana's suggestion was wise, but killing sounded so much more fun. Not to mention those miserable northerners had ruined her breakfast. Sherry sighed. "Very well. Prepare the guard and tell them to greet our guests at the city limits."
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An hour passed more slowly than she would have liked. Sherry didn't want to admit it, but it was difficult to not become excited over having guests from Mordlind. Already, she was wondering how she would greet them? Would she play cool and silent? Or would she try to gain their trust by being warm and receptive? She leaned back in her throne, awaiting the arrival of her guests. Surely they would be impressed by the sight of the throne room, which was decorated in crimson and ebony banners. Every once in a while there was a dash of gold, and torches flickered with the flames of Grimdall's blood wyverns.
The guards opened the door. As the small troupe from Mordlind were guided into the room by several Galbian soldiers, Sherry perked up at the sight of a familiar face.
"Theodoric! We haven't seen each other in what, two, three years?" She grinned at him as she placed her elbow on the armrest and leaned her cheek against her palm. "To what do I owe this wonderful occasion? Have you been enjoying your time in Galbia?"
The guards opened the door. As the small troupe from Mordlind were guided into the room by several Galbian soldiers, Sherry perked up at the sight of a familiar face.
"Theodoric! We haven't seen each other in what, two, three years?" She grinned at him as she placed her elbow on the armrest and leaned her cheek against her palm. "To what do I owe this wonderful occasion? Have you been enjoying your time in Galbia?"