The throne chamber remained silent for some time.
Queen Miriam opened her mouth…and closed it.
For the first time since Ryn stepped foot into the court, she did not have an immediate response.
Footsteps echoed as the rest of Gremory's Hero Party finally approached.
Ryn turned.
Fritz walked up and placed a hand on his shoulder. Ryn could see it clearly, the faint red marks around his wrists but he didn't comment on it.
Fritz looked the same as always, steady yet a part of him always remained unreadable somehow.
"…You took your time."
"Traffic," Ryn replied.
Jay stepped forward next, brushing dust from his sleeve as if being held captive was just a bit more than an inconvenience.
"We were starting to think you'd found a better party," he said dryly.
Taylor chimed in, arms folded.
"Well, not like there were many other options in Khaz Vordun," she said cheekily.
"Took the words right out of my mouth," Ryn smiled softly.
Then Amelia stepped forward.
