Alaric maintained a careful watch on the two unconscious beauties floating beside him as he soared away from the Royal Palace. He periodically reinforced the sleeping spell, ensuring that Queen Margaret and the Royal Consort Josephine remained in a deep slumber.
'Can't have them waking up mid-flight and causing a scene,' Alaric thought, a chuckle escaping him. 'Not yet, anyway.'
He flew for a considerable distance, far enough to be well outside the immediate vicinity of the capital. Spotting a secluded, overgrown ruin nestled within a dense patch of forest, he descended and gently laid the two unconscious women down within its shadowed confines. He cast a powerful concealment spell over the ruin, making it virtually undetectable to casual observation or even magical scrutiny.
'Safe and sound… for now,' Alaric mused, a satisfied smirk on his face. He had no intention of staying with them; his next move required him back in Eryndal.
