Cauladra was sitting in King Bartol’s throne with Tyria at her side in the queen’s throne, she was not satisfied with the throne’s level of comfort but she would not remain here long in the human capital. A human servant brought her some wine on a silver tray and Cauladra made the woman drink it first and she obeyed. After she was satisfied it had not been poisoned she accepted it and then turned to her daughter.
“You look so sombre, my sweet daughter, what is on your mind?”
“I…” she dared not say it was the elves her mother had killed so callously. “I am concerned for Ievos,” she lied and the queen scoffed.
“You barely know him, and trust me if you did I doubt you would like him very much,” Cauladra replied.
“Right,” Tyria mumbled.
“What would cheer you up?”
“I don’t know…”
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