Chapter 103 - Afterthoughts of Battle

At the gates of her nation, Queen Sylara got from her horse, her armor shining in the last rays of the sun, while her exhausted but triumphant army trailed behind. She didn't stop to welcome her generals or express gratitude for their victory over the Arcanians. Instead, as she went into her chambers, her countenance stayed strict, her piercing eyes set forward. Her footsteps reverberated through the magnificent hallways of the Valtheon palace, but she remained silent as she went past guards and courtiers. She was emotionally and physically exhausted from the fight. Her thoughts, which had plagued her for weeks, were more and more twisted with every step she took. Shutting out the world behind her, she threw open the thick doors of her private chambers. The weight of her crown seemed too much to bear in the seclusion of her mystical rooms. She quickly threw away her garment from the battle, the silky material gathered at her feet. Knowing that she would return exhausted and in