Prisoners

Sariya paced nervously around the small, candlelit room, her heart and mind racing faster than her feet. She turned to her younger lover and to-be husband Velian, who was lounging on a nearby couch while patting Aurora's head, and spoke in a worried tone.

"S-something's not right, Velian. The adventures guild, even after we announced the founding of a new kingdom, and yet...they're so awfully silent. Don't you think that's strange?"

"Normally, they should be coming after us because it's dangerous to have a main kingdom like us alone, but those adventurers gave up so easily,"

Velian shrugged nonchalantly.

"Maybe they're just taking their time. Going against some who found a kingdom isn't an easy task, after all."

Sariya shook her head.

"No, no, it's not that. They're usually so vocal about their plans, but now they're being...too quiet. I just have this feeling that something bad is going to happen."

Velian sat up, his expression serious.

"What kind of bad?"