The sun began its slow decent and as it touched the the horizon Frelia was set ablaze, reds, oranges, pinks, yellows and many other colors filled the streets as twilight continued. People moved about the city, their eyes glowing in the light, no mater how long you had lived here there was no getting over the beauty of twilight here. The stoking of the fires began as the blacksmiths began their work. During the day it was far too hot but at night the blacksmiths worked and created. The people gathered in the town square to mingle and to watch small theatrics. It was a normal day in Frelia.<br/><br/>Valera sat in the throne room. columns of ivory pillars lined the way to the throne, etched into the pillars were scenes from Frelia's history. The ceiling was painted crimson with elegant designs. The room held a majestic feel. At the end was a throne high and tall on a pedestal of gold. Two small pillars were at each arm of the throne with blue fire burning. Valera leaned on one arm of the throne her head set in her hand. He red hair falling around her. She was exhausted. Scouts were coming with reports of goblins to the west. She was waiting for one more report.<br/><br/>The doors were opened and two scouts walked in. kneeling before the throne they addressed their queen.<br/><br/>"Your majesty we have found the goblin camp, a small group is just south of here. They seem like a small band but large enough to cause trouble."<br/><br/>Valera nodded, she was getting annoyed with the goblins.<br/><br/>"Thank you men. Please inform the general this."<br/><br/>Valera handed the men a scroll with her orders. These goblins needed to be destroyed before they could cause any harm to her people.<br/><br/>The men bowed and left. Sighing Valera stood up and left the throne room. Walking down the palace halls she reached her room. The guards nodded and let her in. She laid down on the bed too tired to change. It had been a long week. She needed a break.... perhaps a visit could be payed to Ita Horyry. Valera almost blushed. While all the lords had a deep respect for each other Valera could not resist KayVenn. They were so different... he was calm and soothing and she was quick and fueled the fire in people. She had recently sent him a gift.... a glass she had specially made. She wondered if he liked it. Valera soon fell asleep with these thoughts floating through her mind.