Alena

The council chamber echoes with a hushed tension, as King Roak and I convene the assembly of our key allies. The walls, lined with ancient tapestries depicting battles of yore, seem to thrum with anticipation. At the table’s head, Roak unfurls the heavy parchment, revealing the intricate details of our battle plan, each line a potential lifeline or a fatal snare.

“Unity is our blade,” I begin, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest. I survey the surrounding ...