With those words, I turned away, leaving the elders in the wake of their own disquiet. The echoes of their dissent lingered, but the path forward had been forged, even if it meant navigating the tempest of opposition that lay ahead.
The corridor stretched endlessly as I made my way back to the chambers, the weight of the confrontation still pressing upon my shoulders. As I approached the room, contemplating the daunting task of bridging the chasm between tradition and love, Diana rushed towards me with a sense of urgency.
“Your Majesty!” she exclaimed, her voice betraying a mixture of concern and haste. “Lyara has fled the castle. She ran towards the forest, tears streaming down her face.”
The news hit me like a sudden tempest, and a surge of worry swept through me. My immediate command
