As Ciara took a steadying breath, a quiet resolve hardened in her expression. It was clear she wasn't going to rest until every single stone had been turned, every lead followed, until she found Aeliana.
The mere mention of Nathaniel's name had left her visibly tense, though she maintained her controlled demeanour.
We moved swiftly, our footsteps echoing down the palace halls as we retraced the path through the west wing gardens and towards the training grounds.
The early morning light gave the training field a harsh clarity, casting long shadows across the grass and illuminating the dull sheen of metal weaponry. I could feel the intensity of the hunt, the sense of urgency thickening the air.
"Nathaniel trains here often," Ciara muttered, scanning the area, her jaw set. "If anyone here has seen him this morning, they'll know."
