As usual, Rachel was sorting out official documents in her office, and for a long time there was only the sound of a pen rustling against paper. The girl was very concentrated, and did not immediately notice when someone knocked on the door.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, she took her eyes off the papers and inquired:
— Who is it?
— Your Majesty, I have an urgent message! — The visitor called out in an agitated voice.
It was the voice of the commander of the guard.
— Come in.
The man in armor swiftly swept through the room and kneeled.
— What is it? — Rachel took a bottle of red wine from her locker and poured herself a glass. She rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly.
— The Crown Princess of the Oberon Empire…» he began awkwardly, evidently afraid of Her Majesty's reaction, «She… Demands an audience with you.
At that moment Rachel's hand trembled, holding her glass.
