The castle garden was eerily quiet this evening, save for the faint rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Elara knelt among the vibrant blooms, her fingers brushing over the soft petals of a crimson rose. The beauty of the flowers was a stark contrast to the turmoil churning in her mind.
Bartok's words from days ago replayed in her thoughts like a haunting melody: The attack on your village…
Could he have been telling the truth? If so, why would Ravenor keep such information from her? The pact between them demanded honesty—or at least, that was her interpretation. But Ravenor's tactics were a maze of uncertainty, and she felt lost within them.
But, the pact also allows her to use all means and resources to retrieve information that she needs.
Should she go as far as helping Bartok in exchange for information?
