Are you really upset that Silk is gone because she was your Monarch or is it because without her you don’t know what to do with your life?
Faith is the very foundation of Citadel. Devotion is the hemolymph coursing through our gilded chambers. We, the Choir, maintain such a force. The Monarch fuels it.
With no Monarch, there is no faith. No devotion. Our voices are silenced, our praises aimless. She is our everything—the Citadel’s everything. Without Her, Pharloom’s glory is for naught.
What is a kingdom without a ruler? What is an army without direction? What is a fire if it has no reason to burn? The army will disband, the fire will wither away—and the kingdom will crumble.
The Cradle weeps at the loss of its Queen, and we share its anguish.










