With nothing more to do for the night, Luke and Ilyrana took their leave from Queen Loreleia's chambers. The halls of Hematheas were quieter now, the hum of activity from earlier replaced by the soft echoes of their footsteps against polished stone. Ilyrana led the way, her demeanour calm yet contemplative, guiding Luke back to the room assigned to him as a guest of the elven kingdom.
The journey was brief, and soon they reached the ornate door that marked his quarters. As they entered, Luke glanced around the room, its elegance striking even in the soft glow of the evening lamps. It was a space that exuded comfort and sophistication, clearly designed to house someone of importance.
"It's already night," Ilyrana remarked, her tone lighter now. "So I suggest you rest. Tomorrow will bring its challenges."
