The journey to Valeidio had been long and tense, but the Zephyros convoy finally reached the gates of the Valeidio palace. The towering structure loomed ahead, but despite its grandeur, all eyes were focused on Queen Elena, who lay unconscious in the carriage.
Her face was pale, and her breathing barely stirred the air.
Queen Morgana and King Xavian of Valeidio, standing with their court, wore expressions of concern. When they had last seen Queen Elena during the wedding of their sons, she had been full of life, her laughter echoing through the halls. Now, seeing her so fragile, their hearts sank.
"She's barely recognizable…" Queen Morgana whispered to her husband as they watched the guards carefully lift Queen Elena from the carriage.
King Xavian's lips tightened. "Let's hope the healer can do something for her. The situation seems dire."
