I run a hand through my hair before pressing the heels of my palms against tired eyes. yes, I've truly gone mad. "Sir!" I drop my hands slowly fixating my gaze on the imperial brave enough to shout at me. He clears his throat, likely regretting that decision. "I, uh, I think I saw something your highness." He points to the flaming roof, smoke shifting as a figure stumbles through the flames. A figure with sliver hair. so she is here. I can't decide whether I'm relieved or not. Bring her to me.
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