The throne room was quiet, the castle conquered. After a long campaign, King Eander's last bastion had fallen to Cia and her Sylph army.
The exiled princess glared down at her pitiful father.
"It's over, father." She said, her voice brimming with barely contained fury, "You threw me to the wolves, I've returned leading the pack."
"Cia," The king stammered, "I-"
"No, father!" She roared, "No more of your lies. I was no emissary. You sent me as a sacrifice, an offering to placate the Sylph elders after you enslaved their kin."
Cia drew her sword, "For the Anemoi."