The dawn broke over Verathia, painting the sky in hues of soft pink and gold. Elara stood at her window, gazing out at the sprawling kingdom that lay before her. The beauty of the land contrasted sharply with the turmoil brewing in the palace, a conflict that threatened to shatter the fragile peace they had fought to maintain.
After the council meeting, the sense of urgency had become palpable. Every day brought new whispers, and every noble's glance felt heavy with judgment and suspicion. Elara's resolve to gather support against Alistair had only strengthened. She would not let fear dictate her actions any longer; she had to confront the darkness that threatened to engulf them.
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