The new day dawned over Shadowvale, fresh and vibrant. The morning birds chirped energetically, their melodies echoing through the castle's stone walls, as if trying to dispel the lingering shadows of the chaos that had transpired the night before.
Zara rose from her bed, her body still aching from the night's events. Despite the lingering tension in her heart, she donned a peach-colored floor-length gown that flowed gracefully as she moved. Her long hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, a deliberate effort to appear composed, even though her mind was far from settled.
The kings had forbidden her from training until she fully recovered, but truth be told, Zara had no desire to train today. Her mind was consumed by the questions that still haunted her, and she had tasks that required her full attention.
