Dullahan [1]

The Theocracy.

"I still can't believe you did that, Zia."

"I only did as you asked, Lady Irene. But as I've said before, I strongly believe you shouldn't meet him."

"If you were any other servant, I would've had your head served on a silver platter."

Irene swirled the wine in her goblet as she gazed at the crimson moon above. 

The Red Moon of Autumn was a major inconvenience for those involved, which drained resources, time, and manpower. But for others, it was just a rare event where the moon turned red and the nights grew longer.

As a princess, she knew it was a serious blow to Aetherion. But Irene had long distanced herself from her family's affairs. Now, in the Theocracy, she enjoyed her freedom, meeting nobles, growing her businesses, and expanding her influence.

"Now what am I supposed to do?" Irene exhaled, setting her goblet down. "He may have said he were to meet me, but wasn't that just a pretense to get rid of you?"