Thassasalin reclined on a cushioned seat in the back courtyard of his wing of the royal chateau, surrounded by his loyal knights. The decoration from the festivals had yet to be taken down, in the wake of the earthquake and his swift departure, served as a beautiful backdrop. It illuminated the celebration of their safe return, casting a soft, ethereal light over the gathering. Maids glided gracefully among the guests, offering trays laden with drinks and delicacies from the bounty of Atheroceanis.
As he sipped from a goblet of shimmering seagrapes, basking in the tranquillity of his homeland. Yet, he found himself lost in thought. Despite the jovial atmosphere of the celebration, a subtle unease lingered in his mind like a persistent whisper.
"By the depths, I've never felt such a chil
