Ahcehera sat across from her third brother, Abrixien, the cold iron table between them casting long shadows under the dim light of the prison chamber.
The air was thick with tension, laced with the faint scent of damp stone and metal.
She studied him carefully, the brother she had barely known, the one who had been absent for fifteen long years. Her voice was calm but firm. "Where have you been all these years?"
Abrixien leaned back slightly, his sharp features unreadable, yet there was something distant in his golden eyes, a ghost of the past that still haunted him.
"Wandering across the Andromeda Galaxy," he answered at last, his voice tinged with something close to exhaustion.
Do you lack an ambition to serve the kingdom?
"For the first eleven years, I had no true destination. But then... I met someone."
What then? A fairytale love story? Ahcehera narrowed her gaze. "Who?"
