Cyra had to suppress a yawn as she shifted through the reports for what seemed to her, like the fourth time that week. It was too early to deal with anything but it was also her responsibility, so here she was sitting at her desk at the crack of dawn, reading over the same facts that she had already stored to memory twice that week.
And it seemed like her Majordomo felt about this whole thing just like she did.
"Maybe I should shove some of this off on Catra since we now know for sure. That way nobody will have to get up before the sun." the queen muttered after shoving a stack of papers into a drawer.
"So the rumors are true. Is that what Amur was complaining about last night?" Kefira questioned from where she stood, flipping through a book.
Cyra glanced up before rolling her eyes.
"No, he was probably complaining about how it was wrong that I let her by with scratching me...while mind you, she was dealing with suppressed memories and finding out that everyone was keeping secrets." Cyra retorted, earning a arched brow from the young woman before her.
"You're kidding. He seriously thinks that should phase you? I mean it was a long time ago but I remember you taking on three opponents at once during the summer celebrations and that girl is a pack of dynamite with a short fuse...I haven't talked to her much but after some of the things I've heard..." The young woman retorted
Cyra couldn't help but chuckle at that, knowing exactly what some of those incidents were about.
"In her defense, she did apologize. You have to realize the kid did grow up in the Fright Zone and there is a stark difference between a typical upbringing and that of a child soldier." The Queen said before adding "Speaking of rumors Kefira, What is this rumor that you and Amur were saw sneaking out late the other night?"
Watching the twenty-year-old's expression go from wide eyed to beet red in a matter of seconds caused the Queen to laugh.
"Relax. He's just a year younger than you and I don't try to tell anyone who they can or can not date. My mother may have had traditional values but I am not her. If I was do you think I would have married someone from a lesser family?"
Just as Kefira was about to say something in response both of them nearly jolted out of their skins at the sudden sound of the an siren sounding.
"Could it be the Horde?"
"I sure hope not."
Catra jumped out of bed, her fur standing on end as she headed into the hall.
"What's going on?" She asked the nearest person, earning a stammered response.
"There has been someone spotted coming toward us."
Catra closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves before she bolted toward the exit.
"Catra! Where are you going? You're crazy if you're going out there!" Amur's voice stated from somewhere in the crowd, earning a scoff.
"I am not letting them find this place. If it's the Horde, chances are they are looking for me and if it's not...They won't matter then will they?" Catra retorted, sliding the mask across her eyes for the first time.
The change happened almost instantly, a dull roar in her ears and the feeling of muscles stretching.
That should have hurt but I guess that's part of the magic. She thought as she dashed off, ignoring any protests that she come back.
I will not watch people die because of me. Not anymore.