The sun rose over Verathia, casting golden rays through the tall windows of Elara's chamber. The excitement of the previous night still lingered in her mind, but it was now tempered with a sense of urgency. She knew she had to act quickly; Alistair's obsession was only growing, and she needed to find a way to escape the tangled web he was weaving around her.
After a restless night filled with dreams of court intrigues and Alistair's piercing gaze, she dressed swiftly, donning a gown of soft lavender that accentuated her delicate features while still allowing her the freedom of movement. She had no time to waste. The tournament had ignited a fierce energy in the court, and Elara intended to harness it.
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