The day's tension still hummed through Cyrus's veins as he walked through the grand halls, nodding absentmindedly at the passing guards and servants who bowed in respect. His mind churned with the weight of Aleena's prophecy and the monstrous threat looming over the kingdom.
Outside, the evening breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint, sweet fragrance of roses from the gardens. Cyrus's eyes softened as he approached the private dining chamber where Nila awaited.
The way her eyes lit up whenever she saw him, was the only balm to his turbulent thoughts.
As he stepped into the room, Nila's face brightened, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant nightgown of silver, her dark curly hair just touching her shoulders.
The sight of her, godly and graceful, momentarily eased the heaviness in Cyrus's chest.
