Veronica waited, but Lord Melrion said nothing more.
After a moment, she bowed again and departed, the massive doors closing behind her with a thunderous boom.
Alone in the throne room, Lord Melrion sat in silence.
His mind went back to memories that didn't belong to this world.
Memories of a different life. He remembered sitting in front of a screen, controller in hand, playing through a poorly designed game called Aquestius.
He remembered laughing at how broken the mechanics were, how predictable the story was, how obvious and stupid the villain's plans were.
He remembered dying in that other world and waking up here, thirty years in the past, in the body of a young boy in Lerastad.
He remembered struggling to survive and being beaten, mistreated and abused before encountering the Legion and being saved by them.
It had been thirty years since then.
