The morning sun filtered softly through the enchanted trees of Havenwood, casting warm golden light on the ancient stone table nestled at the heart of the Seer’s garden. Birds chirped in the canopy above, and a gentle breeze stirred the air with the scent of herbs and wildflowers.
For the first time in what felt like years, Anastasia, Valerian, Prince Adeodatus, and the Seer sat together—around a humble meal of spiced fruits, roasted roots, and warm bread. There was a gentle quiet between them, as if all were hesitant to speak too soon, afraid that something might break the fragile peace they had earned.
But it was Anastasia who finally spoke, her gaze distant.
“Do you think… the people of Varethia will still accept me?”
Prince Adeodatus looked up from his plate. “Why would they not?”
