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Calor had entered the palace, the courtyard outside the subject of quite interesting events, but never-the-less peace would soon be regained and those "treasonous" few who would dare to openly defy Sarene at one of her own executions were likely being dealt with accordingly.

No servant, guard or maiden saw him as he cast his form through the halls; turning, weaving and viewing the mess Sarene seemed to have made in her own palace. Was she upset? Understandable, he supposed. No-one expected a Goddess to be devoid of emotions, much less him. She was likely so used to security and her own way that seeing defiance like that had shook her considerably. However, Calor was there to deal with that. As was the Queen's Knights and all her other loyal servants. She would soon be able to face them again as a divine figure without worry of retaliation.

He reached the doors to her private chambers, but he did not open them or dare to trespass. Instead, he turned and leaned against their polished exteriors, turning head so as to press his ear against the wood and speak into the space where the doors joined together when shut.

"My Queen, it is I, Calor. Order is quickly being restored, the Knights weeding out any who would dare disobey you and punishing them accordingly. It seems Orfea Pathen has attempted to escape with an unknown assailant, but your Knights are pursuing them and will assuredly put them to the sword before the hour is done. If not, I will find them personally."

There was a moment of hesitation in him before he continued.

"What is it you will me to do, my Goddess?"