With steady steps, Princess Elara made her way back to her chambers to prepare for the journey the following morning.
As she packed her belongings, her gaze fell upon a small mirror on her dressing table. The face that looked back at her was resolute, the eyes haunted by the weight of the choice she had made.
"For Solaria," she whispered once more, her voice thick with unshed tears. "For all our people."
A soft knock at the door announced the arrival of Lord Draven. As Elara opened the door, she was struck by the concern in Draven's crimson eyes.
"Are you ready, Princess?" he asked softly, his gaze searching her face.
Elara nodded, squaring her shoulders. "Yes. It's time to face our destiny, whatever it may be."
