/-Alora-/
I walked along the corridor with a strong sensation of anxiety. My footsteps were the sole sound in this castle of Night Terrors.
Such pressure, my new power, weighed heavily on me, gnawing at the edges of my thinking.
It was more powerful than anything else, yet it didn't overtake me until I realized what I was facing.
Finally, I reached the door of Randall's quarters, the one place in this stronghold where I might find some privacy. It creaked as I opened it, and Randall sat up beside the fire, his face illuminated by the flames' fragmented shadows.
He was the epitome of a king: moody, strong, and aloof, but a part of him appeared to be shattered.
His gaze, his bearing, stirred the surface and deep within me again. The truth about my bloodline, rumors of difficulty bey
