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Adalia and her people had worked with the crystal for a few hours now, and had decided that it was time to end it for today. They hadn’t managed to open up a portal, which was probably a good idea since they didn’t know what would happen if they did open up a portal, but they had managed to examine the magical pulses that had come from the crystal and got an idea of just how much magic was inside the crystal. It proved to be a lot, probably even more than they could imagine at the moment, which meant that it was probably best they didn’t rush their experiments with the crystal, as that could bring some very dangerous situations if they weren’t careful. Adalia went out from the room in the basement, went upstairs again, to the main floor of the mansion, and whistled to herself a little. She felt calm and relaxed and she was more than ready to get into her bath. She went to her own room first though; to change into some lighter clothing than her royal armor she had been wearing the whole day. She got into a dark purple silk nightgown and that was all, it felt so good to be out of all the armor again, it did become rather heavy when you didn’t actually fight or did anything to train your muscles and move your body, so it was nice to get out of it. 

Rose had in the meantime arrived back at the mansion. She had gone inside without being noticed, which was preferable for her as she didn’t want to explain what had happened to anyone, and just wanted to relax in her room. The fire had settled down a bit inside her body and she was feeling better already, but she was tired and exhausted. She went up to her own room, got undressed there, and laid down on her bed. She wasn’t sure of what to do with herself, she didn’t want to go see a healer or a doctor, but she couldn’t risk getting badly sick if it got worse in the morning, so for now, she hoped that with some rest, she would feel better the following day. As she was laying in her bed, she thought about her brother and how it had looked when the Orcs had stabbed him through his chest, and she felt herself being filled up with rage. She remembered though that Adalia had helped her to calm down and helped her talk about the things that was eating at her from the inside, and she felt calm again. She was lying on her bed now, naked and under the warm blanket. She closed her eyes and slowly she fell asleep, drifting off into dreamland. 

While the bath was being prepared, Adalia had decided to go out on the balcony in her room. She looked over the large garden she had at the back of the mansion, which also contained a pond, which had a small stone bridge that moved over it and to a small platform in the middle of the pond, where you could sit on a white bench and just enjoy looking into the pond and look at the fish. She liked her garden; it was beautiful to walk through it, both in the day and the night, but sometimes she did wish she had someone to share it with. When that thought arrived in her head, she felt herself slipping towards pictures of Chalsea. She was confused a bit at first, but as the pictures settled in, she felt herself get warmer and smile a little more. She had loved before, but she hadn’t been able to keep any lovers for a long time, as they either died from sickness shortly after they had bedded her, or they died from age. But if there was one thing the people did know about Adalia, it was that even though she didn’t age, she always stayed with the husbands she had had, until they died, either from age or sickness. She had never had a female as a wife though, she had been seeing a few, many centuries ago, but it had never evolved. Now she was thinking about Chalsea, and she could feel her own body react to the name of the warrior and the pictures of the warrior. She smiled softly as the evening breeze gently approached her and caressed her face and body. She was at peace for the moment. 
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