Bellarine reached the capital by afternoon through the teleportation portal.
She was reluctant to separate from her son, however, things were too messed up around them to remain together for the time being.
For a peaceful future, Bellarine has to work hard now.
"You look stressed, my lady." The head maid, Maria, asked as she rested the cup of tea before Bellarine.
The red-haired Duchess heaved a sigh before picking up the cup, "Indeed, I am. Meetings have never been my thing. They talk a lot and argue a lot."
The blond maid chuckled, "You always believe that it all takes a simple duel to land on a definite conclusion."
Bellarine nodded in agreement, "Indeed; just put forward your opinion and fight. The one who wins gets their opinion accepted."
Maria smilingly added, "If such a rule gets introduced my lady, then Eldoria would be moving solely based on your decisions."