Several days later, the rhythmic flapping of wings captured the attention of the villagers in the tranquil village. Their wide eyes gazed in awe at the majestic griffin soaring through their skies.
"Katie, over there," Alvina pointed toward a building nestled close to a serene lake, and her mount gracefully descended beside it. The powerful strokes of its wings stirred a fierce gale, flattening the grass and causing ripples on the water's surface.
Alvina dismounted the griffin and made her way towards the door. She had spent the past four days slumbering beside Katie, refreshing herself in small bodies of water, and relying on her hunting skills for sustenance.
For an imperial princess of a grand empire, the recent days held an unusual insignificance. Blessed with a blood affinity, she had grown accustomed to the widespread disdain from nearly everyone, save for her parents.
