Roleplay from Mary Anne de la Fere Bluelake
With scout reports arriving from every corner, the princess left Elena in charge of the maneuver, mounted her steed and headed to meet the Emperor. It was a short ride, and she barely needed to guide the horse. It gave her time to see the incoming army with her own eyes. A double-take on the rendorian banner, one just like the gift she had offered her godchild years earlier, and she sighed. Word had gotten to her that a son of Asher was now fighting the south. The redwings also had two children she'd have raised as her own if she could. Looking towards the southern army, she couldn't even distinguish anymore who were the goldwings and who were perdanese.
Dismounting, she headed to meet Stanmore. His guards didn't even ask, just obeyed her wave and opened the path to her and the ever faithful wolfhound.
The Emperor was drowning in letters, maps and reports as usual, and Mary Anne couldn't help but smile. Walking lightly, she approached and sat on his desk, right on top of the Empire's map. She didn't look anything like the Ice Princess now.
- We really should get married, Stan. Look at the battles ahead...
