The dining hall was silent and rather gloomy, drowning in the overwhelming atmosphere of anticipation. The trio was already seated behind the long table—Tillian, Aideen, and Ahspid, restless from what was about to happen, had been waiting for their guest for almost an hour now, their minds lost in the whirlwind of tumultuous thoughts.
The princess joined her slightly trembling hands on her knees underneath the table and closed her eyes in an attempt to regain composure. She continued replaying her discussion with Ahspid over and over, each time ending it with one single conclusion: she must give up her powers if she wanted to be free.
