Harry Potter
There was a pause, a heavy silence in the air for only a moment, though it seemed to last a lifetime.
Elyssae-Lydian looked back to the group, scratches and flecks of blood tarnishing her usual neat and composed figure.
The silence was broken, however, by heavy footsteps rushing into the room. Harry rose once more, ready to fend off another surge of attackers, but relaxed a bit when a small group of allied soldiers entered instead. They seemed to have come from the battlefield outside the kingdom's borders, and they glanced between the group and their Empress, before announcing their message.
"The enemy forces have begun their retreat," the man at the forefront of the group said, addressing no person in particular, although it was Elyssae-Lydian who replied.
Standing at her full height, she acknowledged his words with a slight nod.
"Prioritize medical assistance first, and make sure everyone finds themselves within the borders." Her voice adopted its usual steely calm, and the man dipped his head in return, leading his squadron of soldiers from the room.
Elyssae-Lydian leaned herself on the throne, and Harry noticed she looked more weary than her first impression may have let on. Before he could speak a word, another group rushed into the room, this time lead by Duke Valeigh and Duchess Nysiourau.
Harry took this as their cue to leave, and him with the rest of their group exited, hoping to assist in any way they could with the Primordian soldiers.
It was evident that the soldiers would need help, as it seemed this was their first military approach in Primordia's history.
Besides, the palace would need time to recover, and Harry was sure that their intervention would be unnecessary, at least for now.