Back To Empire
The waves crashed softly against the shore, spreading white foam across the dark sands before retreating back into the endless blue.
Standing at the very edge of the coast, the wind brushed against her purple hair, the scent of salt and sea heavy in the air. Merisa stood silently, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the sky met the vast ocean.
Behind her, a tall woman in a purple uniform stood with her hands clasped neatly behind her back posture straight, eyes sharp, her tone composed yet filled with restrained curiosity.
"I thought you, my lady, wouldn't go to find him," Marcella said calmly, her voice steady but questioning.
Merisa didn't turn. Her expression was still, her eyes lost somewhere far beyond the visible waves. "Why would I not?" she said softly. "He is my son."
The answer was quiet, but it carried a weight Marcella could feel even without seeing her face.
