Yet, for the sake of the kingdom and the success of the upcoming festival, I chose to proceed with caution, balancing diplomacy with vigilance. The Spring Festival, it seemed, held the promise of not only celebration but also the potential for unexpected alliances.
In the garden, amidst the vibrant colors of blooming flowers, Elder Marco was engrossed in selecting blossoms for the festival. His weathered hands moved with practiced grace, and an air of silent contemplation surrounded him.
As he carefully made his choices, I observed from a distance, my suspicions still lingering.
Suddenly, Allan gently tugged at my sleeve, leading me to a secluded corner where the chatter of the festival preparations became a distant murmur. His eyes met mine, and he spoke with a sincerity that resonate
