Embracing Majick

"The council is breathing fire." Lilith told Mircea plopping in the chair across from hers. She nonchalantly observed Mircea's study chamber while Mircea drafted the final letter they would send to the Kingdom of Gyyza. 

Mircea had been praying to the saints every night since she figured it would be easy to tell King Diomedes the truth. The truth: of how she was going to go against her sister's words and break the alliance. However, Mircea had counted every possible outcome of her choices. She had done all the arithmetic of possible war and damage to her kingdom. This was her best choice, after all. 

She prayed this would be the best choice for the people of her kingdom as well.