The next morning dawned with an unsettling stillness, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken tensions. Elara awoke to the muted sounds of the palace, the usual chatter of servants and the distant clang of metal from the training grounds. Yet, beneath this familiar backdrop, a sense of foreboding loomed like storm clouds gathering on the horizon.
As she prepared for the day, Elara's thoughts spiraled back to the conversation with Alistair at the banquet. His piercing gaze and chilling words replayed in her mind, a constant reminder of the dangerous game they were both entangled in. She couldn't afford to let fear dictate her actions; she had made her choice to stand her ground, but the stakes were higher than ever.
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