The war was over. Any surviving soldiers were sent to the infirmary to be treated, and generals retired to their quarters for a well-earned rest. Quiet footsteps echo through the great hall, and the messenger stands in front of the Queen, whose stare is like the embers of a fire, daring him to say anything but what she wanted to hear. She had been obsessed with this day, imagining all the ways it could go. Now she wanted her answer.