The sun rose over the horizon, Prince Thassasalin stood at the edge of the barrier. Diana's time was running out, and though every fibre of his being urged him to break through the barrier and rescue her, he knew that doing so would only undermine the integrity of the trials. With a heavy heart, he swallowed his discomfort.
"Your Highness," Caelum, the chancellor, approached with the day's rations in hand.
"Divide it amongst yourselves," he replied curtly. The prince didn't spare the chancellor so much as a glance, his eyes never straying from the rain-drenched island on the horizon.
Caelum hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing with concern, but he knew better than to press the matter further. With a resigned nod, he distributed the rations amongst the other members of the entourag
