After the conversation with the old witch, we carefully locked the ancient book away in the cupboard of our chambers. Aeris, determined to uncover the secrets of the old tongue, was willing to dive into this dangerous knowledge. I supported her fully, though I knew it wouldn’t be easy. Learning a forgotten language wouldn’t happen overnight, and I couldn’t afford to be complacent while there was still a very real threat of the enemy lurking, waiting to strike again.
Aeris had retired to bed earlier than usual, clearly exhausted from the meetings and the heavy burden she carried as queen. I left the chamber quietly, letting her rest, but my mind was restless. There were still too many loose threads, too many unanswered questions. Aeris’s willingness to learn was commendable, but it was goi
