On the third-floor balcony of the palace, Ava and the blood elf race's Grand Elder Lireesa watched as Delilah received a report from a tiny raven that had landed on her arm.
Delilah offered a devastatingly charming smile, her allure undeniable. Both Ava and Lireesa had to admit, the grand steward of the Stoneheart Horde possessed a magnetism that could easily captivate the King of Giants.
"War is coming."
Delilah didn't offer any specifics. Instead, she adopted a look of grave, statesmanlike concern, her gaze shifting between Ava and Lireesa. It lingered on Ava.
The human kingdom's defeat in the dwarven lands had caused all of Ava's previous assurances to evaporate like mist.
Hearing Delilah's words, both Ava and Lireesa frowned.
"Your Excellency," Lireesa began, her age affording her the right to speak first, her tone polite but firm. "Has there been some trouble in the dwarven lands?"
