The night stretched on, but sleep never came. Instead, Sophie spent those quiet hours preparing—mentally and physically. Every strap of her armor was tightened, every inch of her blade checked and rechecked. It was all she could do to keep her thoughts at bay, to quiet the doubt gnawing at her heart. When the first light of dawn crept through the window, she was ready, even if her mind still felt heavy with uncertainty.
She stood by the window, her eyes drifting over the training grounds below. The knights were already moving, sparring and preparing for the day ahead, their laughter and shouts carrying on the cool morning breeze. How easy it had all been once, to stand among them, confident and respected. She had led them into battle, her brother's influence and Draven's protection ensuring that no one dared question her place among the ranks.
