The letter crumpled in Roxana's grip as tears streamed down her face. Her breathing came in short, sharp gasps.
"Professor?" Astrid's voice cut through the fog. She'd stood up, genuine concern on her face. "Is everything alright?"
Roxana couldn't speak. She just stood there, crying, the letter shaking in her hands.
Astrid gently touched her arm. "What happened?"
"My... my sister..." Roxana's voice cracked. "Queen Sylvie. She's... she's on a suicide mission. She's throwing her life away for a stupid kingdom. She's going to die and she KNOWS it and she's doing it anyway!"
"Queen Sylvie?" Astrid's eyes widened. "What? Throwing her life away? What's happening?"
"War," Roxana choked out. "Invaders. She can't win. She knows she can't win. But she's fighting anyway. She's—" Her voice broke completely.
Everyone at the table looked sympathetic. Confused, but there was one bastard who wasnt familiar with these kind of words.
