Roak

Under a sky blanketed with stars, Alena and I find sanctuary in the secluded arbor that has witnessed the blossoming of our forbidden love. Vines creep up the stone walls, tender tendrils brushing against my broad shoulders as I lean forward, elbows resting on my knees. My crown, usually worn as a symbol of my unyielding authority, lies abandoned on the mosaic table between us.

“Alena,” I begin, my voice carrying the weight of kingdoms yet to be spoken, “I find no ...