*River*
The sun casts dappled shadows on the ground as I stroll through the small garden with Aloria’s father. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly turned earth, an intoxicating mix that feels like hope. I glance back at the wooden structure where Aloria is working alongside her mother, the sound of laughter and clattering pots drifting through the open windows, they are cooking a hearty meal for my warriors who has build a camp right outside the garden. It’s a comforting symphony that warms my heart.
“Your daughter is quite the chef,” I remark, breaking the silence that had settled comfortably between us. Her father chuckles softly.
“She takes after her mother,” he replies, pride evident in his voice. “Even as a queen she loved sneaking into the kitchen to co
