Alena

In the deepening twilight, me and King Roak tread silently through the dense forest, our steps muffled by the thick carpet of fallen leaves. Shadows embrace us, providing a cloak of secrecy as we make our way to a clearing known only to those who dare wander far from the trodden paths.

Here, in this natural sanctuary, the world’s whispers cannot reach us, and the din of court life is nothing more than a distant memory. “Here should be safe,” Roak murmurs, his voice ...