Skye sat with her feet up on her desk at the Town Hall, casually tossing a roll of yarn into the air and catching it. “Busy day, Governor?” Mordoc said walking into the Governor's Office. He chuckled and sat down across from Skye. “Oh, hush,” she said sitting up and tossing the yard at her lieutenant governor playfully. “You're as equally unbusy as I am these days.” “Not true,” he said. “I've been quite busy keeping the Keg and Anchor staff busy.” Skye smirked and ran her hand through her hair brushing the front back from her face. “Trinsic hardly needs me anymore,” she said. “The city is thriving. Citizens are happy. The streets are safe.” Mordoc nodded. “The rest of Sosaria is far from it; however,” Mordoc said. “The cities still under Britannia's rule are a mess. There's no leader. The King has been in hiding for years. He makes an appearance every couple of years and poofs away again. There's no order. It's chaos out there.” “Maybe you should take over and become Queen of the world,” he added, chuckling. Mordoc's use of the word “queen” was in jest. The Knights looked to Skye as Queen of Trinsic. No matter how she argued with Sir Rendleham he refused to call her anything else. Soon all the Knights referred to her as queen. It caught on, with Trinsic citizens soon greeting her using the term as well. “Good day My Queen.” “The Queen is here!” Skye stopped trying to correct them and eventually, she stopped blushing each time it was said. She was honored her people would bestow such a title to her despite it being only that – a title of honor. And yet..Why not? she thought. “You know....” she looked at Mordoc. “It's not a … terrible idea.” Mordoc raised a brow but didn't say anything. He knew that look. Skye was formulating a plan in her head. “People already call me queen,” she said. “The world is in chaos like you said. They need us. They need Trinsic rule. We could provide them the order they need. The cities could thrive like Trinsic. We could send word to our allies … Together, we fight for order, for honor, for freedom from Britain rule. As Trinsic became a free state, we can liberate the others. Clear the streets of murdering scum. Bring those clan to their knees that think they can kill relentlessly whenever and wherever they wish ...” Skye went on, pacing back and forth, rambling to Mordoc. Finally, she stopped and looked at him. “Well? Am I crazy” “Oh, for sure. But, maybe just crazy enough to do this,” he said. Skye looked at her long-time friend. She knew he would stand at her side no matter what crazy plan she came up with. “Call a meeting of the alliance,” she said.