Draven sat slumped in his ornate chair, a deep frown etched across his face. The pounding headache had been relentless for the past week, and despite his best efforts—through his magical rings and summoning the finest physician—nothing seemed to alleviate his suffering. His frustration was mounting, and the only person who knew the full extent of his distress was Alison, his wife.
"Alison," Draven spat out, his voice strained and filled with irritation.
But Alison was nowhere to be found. She was engrossed in creating a new potion to help the emperor, a task that had consumed her attention. Draven's jaw tightened in frustration, his head throbbing with every passing moment. He could not discern the source of his discomfort, and his anger was escalating.
"Alison!" Draven bellowed, his voice echoing through the palace.
The shout carried through the hallways, reverberating with an almost desperate intensity. "Alison!"
