Adonis sat alone in her chamber; a locket clutched tightly in her hand. She had just returned from a stroll with, Yorian in the palace gardens, her mind still reeling from the recent events.
The locket, a cherished heirloom from her family, was filled with memories. She could almost hear her sister Elara’s voice, asking about the ingredients for portions and antidotes. Elara had always been curious, always eager to learn.
A smile tugged at Adonis’s lips as she recalled the countless hours they had spent together, mixing herbs and concocting remedies. She hoped her grandmother was using the ointment she had given her and that the old woman would follow the prescription.
Adonis’s thought turned to her future. She wanted to do more, to contribute to the kingdom in a meaningful way. She had
