Elysia strode into her office, the heavy door shutting behind her.
Her attention was fixed on a single object—a small, smooth black stone resting on her desk.
She picked it up and brought it close to her lips. "Raul," she whispered
After a brief pause, a voice crackled from the stone—deep and rasping. "Elysia. What news do you bring?"
"Andras is dead," she stated flatly.
For a long time, there was silence.
"How?" Raul's voice was sharp.
Elysia sat down behind her desk, her eyes hardening. "The princess killed him."
Another pause. "That spoiled royal brat? Impossible."
"She had help," Elysia admitted, her nails tapping against the desk. "I couldn't tell who exactly. Perhaps Archer."
Raul let out a low, frustrated growl. "How the hell did this happen?"
"Andras probably went behind my back and captured princess Eris," Elysia replied. "The idiot thought he could do this on his own. I believe he managed to convince Richard to accompany him."
