In the cold, silent walls of Hidden Stone's castle, the former capital of the conquered kingdom of Aritreia, Henry sat at a sturdy wooden table. Beside him stood the former queen, her posture rigid and obedient, her head slightly bowed as if she was a simple maid. The soft glow of the fireplace cast long shadows across the room, allowing Henry to read the letter in his hands.
"So, this letter," Henry said, setting the it down on the table with a slow motion, narrowing his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation "was delivered three days ago by a giant white bird?"
The woman nodded in silence, picking up a small piece of parchment and scribing a quick note before holding it up for him to read.