Repentance || despxt
It took a lot of courage to do this. It was definitely stupid of her. But grief could be blinding and she supposed that's what was going on. The whipping wind around her dried whatever tears she'd shed on the flight, the pain of loss still fresh in her system, even if it had been only five months since the attack on Deist.
Rumors spread like wildfire only a week or so previously that the Emperor of Palamecia had returned.
That was impossible. Absolutely impossible. Firion and his friends had destroyed him. Right?
Maybe it was just her grief addled mind trying to convince her of this but she was sure that it was true. Who would think or want to spread rumors like that?
And thusly she found herself settling before the gates of the Imperial Palace, jumping off her wyvern before she'd even completely landed, though it was only a few feet.
"I am here to see the Emperor." She spoke, adjusting the armored half-gauntlets she wore and looking the guard in the eyes, attempting to keep her cool and her heart rate down.
Surrendering her weapon, a Holy Lance over to another guard, she patted her wyvern's snout before following four guards in through the gates. Thankful that it took at least thirty to forty seconds to arrive at the throne room, she managed to stop shaking, closing her eyes for a moment to steady herself before the guard in front of her pushed opened the doors and announced the arrival of an unknown visitor to the Emperor and Dowager Queen.
"So it is true."