Ominous Point of View
As dawn's first light filtered through the heavy drapes, casting long shadows over the castle grounds of Drakova, a strange calm cloaked the kingdom. The early sun lent an ethereal glow to the halls, dappling them in warmth and serenity. But this peace was fragile, a thin film barely concealing the tension that simmered beneath the surface.
In the royal chambers, Queen Ziya stirred, her gaze softened as she traced the gentle rise and fall of King Khali's breathing beside her. The memories of the previous night—their union, their vows, and the bond they had solidified—washed over her, filling her with a comforting sense of strength. She let herself sink into the memory, savoring it before reality would inevitably interrupt.
