The news spread like wildfire across the kingdom: Marquis Farnese was rendered powerless, his body caught in a state no healer or sorcerer, not even Ulysses himself, could mend.
The blue flame, which belonged to Sienna-Rose, burned through him ceaselessly, suspending him between life and death, ensuring that even if he lingered, he would never again return to normal.
By dawn, the nobles had already crowded the palace halls. Word had reached them: Sienna-Rose was here, in the Citadel. The dragon slayer. The sorceress who had nearly annihilated the royal guard during the chaos of the previous king's downfall. Their fear is tempered only by awe, and they waited to meet her, to gain favoritism with them, to be on her good side, and if possible to be in marriage with her.
"Must you make him like that?" Ulysses's voice broke the silence as he saw the glow of his connection orb casting Cesare's weary face in pale light.
