Upon Alaric's return to the royal residence, he sought an audience with his father, bearing news of his expedition's outcome. He chose to withhold the enigmatic old man's prophecy, believing a consultation with Magnus was necessary before revealing such a thing to the King.
"Father, Qasima is in weak in strength," Alaric declared with conviction. "It is imperative we find her before she regains her full might."
King Esmond regarded his son with a visage of pride. "You have done well, Alaric. I shall take it from here," he proclaimed. "Now, go and rest well."
With a respectful nod, Alaric retreated from the throne room, his footsteps echoing through the grand corridors until he reached his manor. There, Scarlet awaited him, her eyes brimming with an unspoken longing and relief at his safe return.
She bowed to Alaric and smiled at him.
"How have you been, Scarlet? I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Alaric said in a humble tone.
