Prince Arin's eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets as he began his tale.
"I was born in secret," he said, his voice low and measured. "My father, Prince Kieran, knew the risks of revealing my existence."
Aria listened intently, her curiosity piqued.
"King Thrain's will specified that I should inherit the throne alongside Aria," Prince Arin continued. "But my father feared the Shadow Order's influence. He hid me away, protecting me from those who sought to exploit my claim."
Ryker's brow furrowed.
"Where did you grow up?" he asked.
"In the distant lands of Valtoria," Prince Arin replied. "My father's loyal allies raised me, teaching me the ways of politics and magic."
Elijah's eyes widened.
"Valtoria? That's a realm of ancient wisdom."
Prince Arin nodded.
"Yes. I studied the ancient tomes, learning the secrets of Eldarath's past."
Aria's mind whirled with questions.
"Why reveal yourself now?" she asked.
Prince Arin's gaze locked onto hers.
"I've received visions of Eldarath's downfall," he said, his voice grave. "The Shadow Order's darkness spreads. I must claim my rightful place to help save our realm."
The room fell silent, weighing Prince Arin's words.
Aria sensed sincerity in his tone, but doubts lingered.
Could she trust this stranger?
As the night wore on, Prince Arin's tale unfolded, revealing a complex web of loyalty, duty, and destiny.