Morgan
"..I'm not sure if it's warranted." Morgan sighed, thinking of her hope that things would be steady enough until Flowerbirth, that she had time to plan her attack and prepare her takeover; her guards had died while she was waiting and now she saw how optimistic and foolish she had been.At Loren's question she looked up at the sky, visualising what the palace had looked like, it's shining towers reaching up into the sky...and shook her head. "No. The Citadel has never been a place for that kind of pompous glamour. It was a monument to Neron's vanity...and besides, Eirachi might take our attempts to rebuild it as an insult." The last thing she wanted to do was to garner Eirachi's disdain again.
"I think we would be better suited to build something better defended and sturdy. Functional for what we need, but modest. A space for those in the Warden's cabinet to gather and live, train and talk. It does not need to be anything more than a building like any other." Perhaps, once the debris was cleared, that was the kind of thing she could try to help with, her and her few remaining guards, the ones assigned to domestic issues.
We knew that all this fun and games
Was another big fib to hide the chains
