As Eirik ascended the dimly lit stairway from the dungeon, his mind churned with emotions he couldn't quite name. Each step away from Sadiki felt both like a release and a burden. Forgiveness hadn't brought him the peace he thought it might. The image of Sadiki's broken form lingered in his mind, haunting him with its rawness.
When he emerged into the open corridor, the cool breeze flowing in from a nearby window hit him, carrying with it the scent of rain. A storm was brewing outside, fitting for the storm that still raged within him.
"Your Highness," a warm, familiar voice broke his thought.
Eirik turned to find Amarok waiting a few paces away, a small basket of fruit in his hands. His expression was both relieved and curious, though his sharp eyes betrayed his concern.
"I thought you've already called it a night?" Eirik asked, his tone was tired.
