Toah let out a weary sigh as he prepared to leave. "Make sure you're not late for the King's summons,"
Lady Eihpos' footsteps fell softly against the polished halls of the Prince's palace, the marble beneath her feet gleaming like frozen rivers in the muted light. Each step echoed faintly, a whisper that lingered just long enough to vanish into the lofty arches above. Around a quiet bend, a familiar figure emerged—a woman in a robe that shimmered like morning light, threads catching the soft glow and scattering it in a dance of gold and silver. Her hair was braided with meticulous care, each plait winding like a ribbon of silk, betraying a patience as deliberate as the slow unfurling of dawn. The air around her seemed to hold a gentle warmth, scented faintly with jasmine, carrying an elegance that commanded attention without demand.
