The air in the Sirius Kingdom felt heavier than usual, burdened with unanswered questions and impending war. Ahcehera stepped through the palace gates, her heart warring between duty and the desire to uncover the truth behind Fiorensia's actions.
My duties prevent me from finding him, but I can't do anything about it.
She had left behind too many unsolved mysteries, her mate's disappearance, the shattered Mors Dukedom, and the secrets that lay hidden beneath the ruins of betrayal. But now was not the time for personal pursuits.
War loomed over the Western Region, and the kingdom demanded her undivided attention. She strode through the marble hallways, her boots clicking against the polished floors, her posture tense with unspoken frustrations.
The grand doors of the war chamber loomed ahead, and as they swung open, the sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks. A figure stood at the center of the room, a presence so familiar yet equally distant that it unsettled her.
