Father's illness was getting worse, and none of us knew what else to do.
The royal doctors had tried everything within their knowledge, yet nothing brought him lasting relief. Every new medicine gave us hope, only for that hope to disappear a few days later.
Damon still hadn't returned since the day he left.
I found myself staring out of my bedroom window almost every evening, hoping to catch a glimpse of him flying toward the palace.
Please come back tonight, I prayed silently. Even if I have to travel to your kingdom with you, I'll do it. I just want Father to get better.
The palace had become unusually quiet.
It had never been like this before.
The laughter that once echoed through the halls had disappeared, replaced by worried whispers and heavy silence.
Even King Roland had co
