I traverse the halls, following an instinctual pull toward the garden. The corridors echo with the muted sounds of rain outside.
Upon reaching the entrance, I hesitate for a moment before stepping into the open air, the cool droplets kissing my face as I join the nocturnal ballet.
"Hello?" The soft echo of my hesitant greeting lingers in the air as I watch the figure in the garden turn toward me.
A cloak, dark and dripping from the rain, shrouds the person's body, adding an air of mystery to their silhouette.
The initial uncertainty gives way to a sigh of relief as I recognize Morfez, the trusted beta, with his familiar form now emerging from the cloak.
"Queen Lyara," he greets me, his voice carrying through the rain-soaked atmosphere.
I approach him, the persistent raindrops grad
