Allen accompanied Shellia through the dimly lit hallway, the air humming faintly with the remnants of her purification magic. The marble floor gleamed beneath the soft glow of the chandeliers, reflecting their steps in silence. Shellia walked gracefully ahead, her dark hair swaying with each movement, and the faint scent of lilies seemed to follow her wherever she went. Allen's gaze never left her—there was something about the calmness she carried, the quiet power that drew not only the people but also him closer each passing day.
They reached her chamber door. Shellia turned, her expression gentle yet slightly tired. "Thank you for walking me here, Your Majesty," she said, her voice soft but composed. "You should rest too. It's been a long day for everyone."
