The night was silent as always in the meadows of the Nord Clan, even after the troublesome event earlier in the day had come and passed.
Word had spread across the clans that there had been an attempt on the High Maiden's life and on the lips of every nymph was the astonishing news that the High Maiden had been saved by her prize.
The High Maiden's divination had also been a great success and the tournaments of the blooming season would begin soon.
A successful divination would mean another flourishing decade for the Nord nymphs, and it further solidified the reign of the High Maiden.
"Hush, do not make a sound." High Maiden Melissa cautioned her aides as they stepped into her quarters, lead by Timmon, the head guard of the Nord Clan.
"We came as we heard, it is a great relief that your consciousness is restored My Lady. We feared you would fall into a dark whirl." Timmon said in a quiet tone.
