Another day. Another moment. Ruins, ashes. The Dark Queen was dead.
Freya's rule over Regalia had been terminated; her deathlings eliminated.
Marisa knew she should have celebrated with the other rebels. She was happy, after all. But with that happiness came doubt. Doubt about her own...
This is all from IC interactions, though some will be added on since monologue/thought role play isn't exactly the most exciting to do in-game. Any context is not known by anyone else that are not in Fort Kronau (depending on content and scene), and of course most, if not all, thoughts are not...
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