War Princess 

Ultimately, Tycondrius' conditioning of Atusa had been successful. 

The information she'd provided about the going-ons in the Free Nation had been most useful. Thus, his inquiries segued towards his personal curiosities. 

He gently brushed his loyal servant's cheek, "Atusa, where is my sister?"

The fair-haired woman closed her eyes and shivered at his touch, but placed her hand over his. Circulating her mana, she mouthed several inaudible words... 

Tycon tilted his head... "Atusa?"

"My liege," She opened her eyes, smiling warmly, "I sent the Princess a ⌈Message⌋ spell informing her of your return."

Tycon felt his mouth twitch, "Is... is that so?"

"Prince?" She pouted her lips coquettishly, "Have I done something wrong? I'll make it right, I swear to you! Please... p... punish me."

"No, no," Tycon placed a palm on Atusa's face, pushing her to arm's length, "That won't be necessary."