As the news of Ianth's return and subsequent capture by the nobles spread like wildfire through the kingdom, Raavi found herself grappling with a myriad of emotions. Sitting in the dimly lit chamber of her quarters, she stared out the window, watching the flickering torchlights below as the night enveloped the castle grounds.
A heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach, a mixture of sorrow, fear, and determination. Though she was merely a courtesan in the eyes of the court, her heart bled for the young prince, ensnared in the sinister plots of those who sought to exploit him.
Raavi had watched Ianth grow from a curious child into a brave and compassionate young man, his spirit as fiery as the dragons that soared above their kingdom. And now, to see him trapped in the clutches of the
