Lyra's words of encouragement gave Raven new resolve. He knew that he couldn't give up his memories, not even for the sake of his kingdom. Together, he and Lyra vowed to find another way to unlock the secrets of the Chronicle.
As they left the throne room, they were met by Arin and Eira, who had been waiting anxiously outside. The four of them huddled together, discussing their next move.
"We need to get our hands on that Chronicle," Arin said, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We can't let King Morwen get away with this."
"But how?" Eira asked, her brow furrowed in concern. "We can't just barge in and take it from him. He's got too many guards."
Raven rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I think I have an idea," he said. "Remember that old servant who used to work in the palace? The one who knew all the hidden passages?"
Arin's eyes lit up. "You mean Gwyneth? I thought she'd retired years ago."
Raven nodded. "I spoke to her before coming here. She's willing to help us. She knows the palace better than anyone, and she can get us into the throne room undetected."
Lyra's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That's brilliant! Let's do it."
The four of them set off towards Gwyneth's humble abode, a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. As they approached, they noticed that the cottage was surrounded by a strange, pulsating energy.
"What is this?" Arin asked, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Raven examined the energy more closely. "It looks like some kind of magical protection spell," he said. "But I think Gwyneth might be trying to hide something more important than just herself."
Eira frowned. "What do you mean?"
Raven's eyes locked onto hers. "I think she might be trying to protect something... or someone."
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Gwyneth emerged, her eyes shining with an otherworldly intensity.
"Welcome, my friends," she said, her voice low and mysterious. "I've been expecting you. Come in... but be warned: what you find inside may change everything."