RARITY ARMOR
The king gracefully returned to his seat, a river of ruby wine cascading into our waiting goblets.
The rich aroma of roasted mushrooms filled the air, enticing my senses. Famished after the grueling hours in the forest, I eagerly partook in the sumptuous feast spread before me.
Meanwhile, Vidar retained his gentle hold on my hand, his touch a reassuring anchor amidst the swirling currents of emotion.
With a soft and contemplative demeanor, Vidar broke the silence, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken pain, "Rarity... I hesitated to ask before, for it cut deep within me, but why did you run away?" His eyes bore into mine, a silent plea for understanding.
As he awaited my response, I felt a gentle shiver coursing through me, like a subtle acknowledgment of
