Beneaththeferns

                "I trust you've brought me news." Questioned the woman who stood in an arched window, watching the flight path of planes in the distance. The last rays of daylight trickled in, illuminating the carved stone walls around her.                 A stout man with grey-tinged hair walked cautiously forward, like a fly caught in a spider’s web.                 "Your excellency, our patrols on the borders have reported three more altercations with the enemy." He stated nervously.                 "And let me guess who is responsible for this..." The woman replied as she tilted her head sideways and glanced again out the window