So another story I had roiling in my head over the past few days. Still polishing it, but consider it a gift for leaving my other story alone for a few years. It's rough, but so is my other writing. Still. I hope you'll find something to enjoy!
Life had returned to its slow pace since Grima's defeat and the subsequent disappearance of Ylisse's beloved tactician, Robin, irrevocably bound to his foe. Pockets of Risen still roamed the lands, but still much less frequent than before. With the end of the war and the ordeal with Grima, Virion slowly regained favor with the populace of Rosanne. This would not have been possible without the help of his reserved and talented wife, Olivia, and his flirtatious but reliable son, Inigo. There was, of course, also help from certain devoted, pink-haired vassal who, once the Duke's house was reestablished, had been released her from service, as per her request. She was granted a small, secluded estate as a token for years of dedicated service.
The sun is setting as a woman on a grassy hill overlooks a small town of Aeston in Roseanne, lazily offering one last warm smile for the day. A cool wind sends her simple yet elegant dress fluttering as well as pushing her pinkish-peach hair back over her shoulders. A large, dark wyvern coils around her side bearing a military saddle with a poleaxe resting in a sling, it's head reclining yet guarding the woman's back with a restless groan and a piercing gaze.
"Easy, Minerva. They'll be back soon." She caressed the beast's neck.
