The Lady's official name
Albios is not that big of a city. Most of Kyre's population stays in small villages shattered in the countryside.
Alexander visits the villages quite often, and he's always informed on what happens. He asks about the problems people have and works to solve them.
However, he doesn't like cities as much. Maybe, it's because there are many people all close. Or the houses glued to one another. Or the constant smell of ash in the air.
Well, I do like cities. I was born in one, I grew up ruling over a city.
Stepping on the paved road, I fix my skirts while Olly jumps down from the carriage, ready to serve.
«Give me your hand,» I say.
He observes my glove for a moment, and then he looks up in fear. Who knows what Alexander told him.
«I'm afraid I'll get lost,» I pout. Immediately, the boy grabs my hand with a solemn expression.
Losing the Lady would surely be worse than touching her hand. The Lord ought to understand.