Capítulo 118: the legacy of he who would be king.

"—My lady, you really mustn't disturb the king—"

"—you should return to your rooms and rest—"

Lynn slammed the doors open, ignoring the prattling of the two servant girls behind her. The Flameguard that flanked the doorway were too slow to react, their mouths open in shock at seeing their captain seemingly alive and well. She had already barreled right into the heart of the Throne Room before anyone had done so much as lay a finger on her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Titus?!"

Lynn glared at her brother, her face contorted into a hateful expression. 

She hadn't the time nor wherewithal to find her trademark armor; instead, she wore a dressing gown wrapped around her chest, the belt tugged so tightly it seemed to be cutting off circulation.

The armed Flameguard entered the room, cautiously looking between their new king and their former captain, as if unsure whom they should be defending.