Magnus had been searching for Alora with a mix of impatience and concern, his steps quickening as he finally spotted her in the garden. She was standing still, her gaze fixed on something distant, lost in thought. The sun cast a warm glow over the flowers surrounding her, but she seemed unaware of the beauty around her.
"There you are," Magnus called out, his voice carrying a hint of relief mingled with his complaint. Alora slowly turned to face him, her eyes softening as she recognized him.
"I figured you'd be at the execution," she said, her voice quiet but steady. "So, I came here to have some time to myself, to clear my mind," she added, her gaze searching his face. "Did everything go as planned?"
