Ethan’s absence over the past week had left everyone in the palace curious and concerned. However, the reason behind his mysterious disappearance was known to only a select few, primarily Ethan himself and his trusted confidant, Alrond. The secrets of his entanglement with a mortal remained tightly guarded.
As the days passed, Ethan found himself occupying his ornate throne in the grand chamber. He leaned back, resting his chin on his steepled fingers, while his other hand tapped the wooden armrest rhythmically. The echoing sound filled the spacious room, creating an almost hypnotic ambiance. It was as though he were waiting for something, or someone.
Finally, the grand doors of the chamber creaked open, and Alrond, with a humble demeanor, stepped inside. The sight of his loyal companion
