Standing atop the highest tower, I looked up towards the morning sky. I looked to the west, and saw the Great Bridge of Ithlys, being dismantled by the Forlendians. I looked further west and there the great steppes of that swore servitude to me lay sprawled and untouched. A little to the south was the plains filled with farms and civilization, the capital city of Forlen. To the Southwest, was my dominion, the Great Desert Queendom of Rafil, and beyond that should be my allies, the Alou Empire. Far to the south would be the Islands of Lute and the Three Island Tributary States. Closer to the River Country, 12 miles south of the ruins of Siclys was the Reef of Shipwrecks, where I destroyed the full might of combined Forlendia, Surfes and Rotenheim navies until the riverbed became littered in wrecks, that it became a favourite diving spot of my Lutean mermaids. To the southeast was the powerful kingdom of Rotenheim, that was becoming a pain on my side. To the east was the mountain nation of Surfes, full of strong people that could contest my rule.
 

I looked down at the sprawling palace under me. Carved out of three mountains, the palace complex itself was larger than even the largest city. Situated on the highlands of The Cursed Mountains, it was always covered in mist and felt cold to the body. But right now, I could not feel cold. How could I? When I have been entrusted this grand palace by my lover of 1000 years ago?
 

Who has a grander palace than me?
 

Who has a larger empire than me?
 

Who has a greater army than me?
 

Who can claim to have dominion over the steppes, the mountains, the deserts, the seas and the sky?
 

How dare that foolish king declare war on me!
 

I blew my whistle. Once, to have their attention. Twice, a longer one, to let them know my direction. I waited for a minute and then blew the whistle the third time, so they'd know where I am. With their greater hearing, there was no chance that they would not hear me.
 

With the sound of wind I looked up. And there, blotting the morning sun were my angels. Within an hour, even more arrived, even those from as far as the Grand Pyramids of Rafil, those my subjects called birdwomen. I blew my whistle again and as if practiced, they flew down in a single thread, landing on the walkway in front of me, that was twice wider than the Great Highways of Rafil and higher than even the surrounding mountains. They dropped to their knees, their wings folded, the tips of their aluminium-boned wings brushing the marble floor.
 

And they said, "Greetings to the great queen of the land, the water and the sky."
 

I looked at them fondly, these spirit clanswomen who had followed me from when I was an insignificant child. Seached for me when I was banished to the Great Desert. Followed my orders even when I was a chained slave. Slaughtered my enemies at a single order. Destroyed castles and cities as if they were a punishment from heaven. These people that I gave wings and rode the wind instead of horses like their men. My gratitudes for your loyalty.
 

At the head was my most loyal and capable angel knight. She who carried my Noon Griever, Angel Sera. Small and thin as if a child, yet this small body had killed thousands in my name.
 

"The curse of the Palace of White Marble has ended. From this day forth, The Cursed Mountains shall be called Felicialyr (Felicia's Highland) and this place shall be the capital of my empire. Spread this news to my rivals, my enemies and my allies. Let it be known that I have been crowned Empress by the last princess of the old empire, Princess Lulurifiel Esgargott Merispirial Dashkar Temaries and all who contest my claim shall be destroyed."
 

"Praises to the Great Empress of the land, the water and the sky! May your reign be long and prosperous," the angels sang as one, and jumped off the sky walkway on either side, unfurled their great wings and flew away at great speed. Some who had to reach faraway places would use their pressurized gas while my enemies in Forlen would listen under the deafening noise of aerial and coastal bombardment.
 

As for me, I shall explore this new capital under my own angelic wings. This is mine. Until Lulurifiel reincarnates, this is all mine.