It was late in the evening, and Queen Aethona Knight watched the horizon rise above her as the lift sunk below the planet’s surface. She was accompanied by three personal guards—as would any of the Throne members of the many clans when outside the main grounds. Her last glimpse was of bright and vibrant colors touching the surface and spreading shadows throughout the land of Mahkah—a world that had been taken long ago by the Knight Clan within the Xydian galaxy.
A small ball of light lit the confined and uncomfortable space down the abyssal shaft. The building itself had been abandoned hundreds of years ago, which made it the perfect place to hide something…or someone.
Aethona began to smooth out her outfit and recheck her hair, as she grew impatient. She was dressed very elegantly—as was expected of a high-class individual—in a wide and large midnight solid blue dress with a loose black bea