Roseria was growing restless.
The afternoon sun did little to lift her spirits as she wandered the palace gardens. Boredom clung to her like a stubborn shadow. She wanted to spend time with her brother, but Lucien seemed to vanish the moment she sought him out; he has always been busy, or so they said.
Busy with what, exactly? He wasn't the army head anymore.
Back then, when Alden had just taken the throne, Lucien had led the royal army and he held the Eagle Stamp, the symbol of the empire's might and the mark of its supreme general. But after the disgrace... it had all been stripped away. His title, his power, and the stamp that had once been etched into wax like his very identity had gone.
Roseria sighed.
Everyone was occupied. Liora, though sweet, was still new, and Roseria wasn't sure where they stood. Layla? She could try, but the crown princess, despite her charm, had a sharpness to her; it was like a jewel too dazzling to touch.
