QUEEN RARITY
The landscape around us was quiet, the distant rustle of leaves accentuating the stillness. I couldn't shake the persistent feeling of being watched, and my senses remained on high alert.
Vidar, seemingly unperturbed, guided me a few paces away from the carriage, his touch a blend of warmth and formality. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and I couldn't help but cast wary glances at my surroundings, a sense of apprehension settling over me.
I clutched the edges of my gown, my eyes narrowing with a mix of caution and curiosity, as Vidar led the way into the heart of this seemingly tranquil but enigmatic haven.
We walked towards what resembled a terrace, reminiscent of the European palace gardens, set up for a morning tea. Ascending the four steps of the stai
