"Achilles, what happened outside the palace today?" Princess Rupert looked calmly at the man in front of her. In the courtyard, the branches of the Phoenix Tree hung like shadows, gently swaying in the wind, with fiery flowers weaving a sea of clouds.
The wind brought a rustling sound, as if the trees were whispering. Achilles glanced over and lightly shook his head: "Everything is as peaceful as ever in Quistack after His Majesty's departure. Lord Saisheer is a retainer, and knows how to handle the current situation. His Highness Aleph has performed well."
"Aleph has always been excellent. If it weren't for some insecurity about his background, he should have stood out long ago."
Achilles nodded slightly, agreeing with the princess's words.
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
Princess Rupert routinely asked.
The wind stirred the sheer fabric, as snow-white curtains brushed against the columns. Occasionally, a few maidservants walked by in the distance.
