Third Person POV

The morning after Morgan's departure, the royal banquet was held as planned. The large hall was filled with hundreds of people, but the air felt heavy and cold. Guests held their drinks tight and spoke in whispers. All eyes kept drifting to the entrance, wondering if Morgan would return.

Lola sat at the royal table beside Flint. Her hands were folded in her lap. Her face was blank, but her chest felt tight. She had barely slept after crying in the garden. Her eyes were still ...