When the morning light seeped through the windows, Raavi stirred from her restless slumber on the chair where she had spent the night. The prince still lay on the bed, his features serene in the soft glow, ensnared by the spell of enchanted sleep as Elijah had predicted. Uncertainty clouded her mind like a thick fog as she mulled over their predicament. Would they journey back to the Kingdom of Drakku together, or would circumstances compel her to make a decision alone? The looming threat of noble interference, or worse, the prince being seized while unconscious, cast a shadow over her thoughts.
As Raavi rubbed the sleep from her eyes and straightened her posture, a sense of urgency seized her. Time was a precious commodity slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, and she couldn'
