🎀 Wisteria 🎀

What awaited Rogdan and his companion behind the high doors of the Amethyst Palace was a magnificent, incredibly beautiful throne room that perfectly lived up to its name. Many of the interior elements were made of natural amethyst of very large size and complemented by live flowers of purple and pink hues. Somewhere in the distance, where the crimson-gold carpet, which stretched from the very entrance, ended, stood an empty throne. Slightly to the side of it, on a couch near the amethyst statue of Arteria, lay the lifeless body of Vivian Air el Sufir. Sunlight, filtering through a stained-glass window, fell precisely on her, creating an atmosphere of serenity. The next thing that caught the eye was the large number of Airisufir knights, whose impressive equipment clearly indicated that they were, without a doubt, the elite of the empire. Finally, the girl who had been standing beside Vivian, deigned to greet the guests.
— Lucretia Air el Sufir, sister of the Empress and Countess of the Crimson Lake, — she introduced herself, carefully observing the baron and his heroine. — But enough with the greetings, I have been told about the situation, Sir Rogdan, Lady Fai.
— Please forgive me, Your Highness, — Lian Fai unexpectedly spoke up, — and Her Majesty?..
— The Empress is too shocked and saddened by what has happened to receive guests. — She led them to the couch on which Vivian rested. — There is no time to lose, the life of my sister and the priestess of the Goddess is in your hands.