ZURI

Another lonely and boring night. A sigh escaped my lips before I could help it.

The night air was soft and cool, brushing against my skin as I stood by the window. The moonlight cast a silver glow over the courtyard, where the guards sat in their small bonfire circles, laughing, drinking, and sharing stories. The sound of their laughter was rough… it was the sound of home.

For a moment, I just watched them. The flickering fires painted their faces gold and orange, lighting up the ...