The Dutiful Children

Inside her workspace, Liliana was finishing a pile of work she hadn't had time to complete.

Arshley's arrival meant she had to wrap everything up quickly so they could discuss the future cooperation between their two races.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside. Moments later, there was a knock at the door, followed by Lyra's frantic voice.

*Knock!*

"Your Majesty, may I come in? I have something important to report!"

Liliana paused, her hand frozen mid-task. She glanced at the door, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise.

"Come in, Lyra," she said casually, leaning back in her chair.

*Clack!*

The door swung open, and Lyra rushed inside, panting.

Her face—usually calm and expressionless—was now pale and panicked, as if she had just seen a ghost.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so terrified? Don't tell me some powerful enemy defeated you," Liliana joked.