Dystopian Continent...
The Phoenix Clan...
Aspasia's return was made to be grand and the moment she was meant to be back home, her mother was ready to welcome her. In a sense of the word.
Alvira, the Dystopian Phoenix queen was not seated in her mighty throne room but was rather in a massive room of relaxation located in her residence.
There she lay on a luxurious sofa with her cheek resting on her fist and her eyes focused on the door as though expectedly awaiting the moment her daughter would walk through.
Three days she had waited and every single minute of every single one of those days she had spent plotting the way forward. Even considering the possibility that his daughter had indeed done what she was accused of doing.
Alvira wondered if there was perhaps any hope of mending the relationship between her clan and the Dragon Clan should the accusations prove to be true.