While Junior was lost in thought about how to use his newly acquired skill in combat, he let out a frustrated sigh. "I'll figure it out tomorrow during training with Eira," he thought, resigning himself to the idea. Just as he was about to relax, a flash of Helen's face surfaced in his memory.
"Oh yeah, I remember Emma saying Helen was hurt and is being cared for by Susan. I should visit her... I hope she's not too badly injured," Junior murmured, concern written all over his face.
Without hesitation, he stood from his bed and headed out into the dimly lit hallway. The palace was eerily quiet at this hour, the only sound coming from his soft footsteps against the polished floors. Shadows stretched along the walls, flickering faintly under the glow of lanterns. Walking alone without Helen by his side felt foreign and unsettling.
"I miss you, Helen," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he navigated the silent corridors.
