The hero returns to the empire a dragon’s corpse dragged back. Armor askew. They trudge their way back body tired and broken. Home. They expect gratitude. They expect many things like a higher title. What they did not expect was to become the Royal Guard for the First Princess of the Ixmtaraza Empire. Isabella Desdemona. The hero is pulled into confusing politics and relationships within the castle walls. While without the empires converge and allies are made that could break the Ixmtaraza Empire.
18+ for excessive violence and other triggering content.

Zarracen's boldness affects Isabella in ways that she could not think on right now. The red eyes glint with malice towards even her father. A sense of protectiveness shining through. And a feeling. A feeling of familiar Videle is wrapped around her. Searching her out to bolster her.


Two rhythms were interrupted. Empyrean versus Empyrean became Empyrean and Draconic versus Empyrean. The power balance in the room shifted. Not to Isabella exactly. It is just a tilt. A tilt in power in her direction. One, that the generals and grand knights could seen plain as day.


She has a weapon loyal to her now in a way that they could not make Zarracen loyal to them. Trust. It has been given to Isabella as a gift and she will not let it go. 


She turns then. Returning her attention to her father. Zarracen's violent aura a launching point for Isabella's own status. Her own Videle.


Chapter 67 - Political Faux Pas