The Stolen Legacy
The next morning arrived, casting its gentle light upon the dining hall where Naria sat alone, surrounded by an air of awkward silence.
The bustling chatter and laughter that once filled the hall were now absent, leaving her feeling isolated and forgotten.
The long wooden tables stretched out before her, adorned with intricately carved patterns that seemed to mirror the emptiness within her heart.
As Naria lifted her spoon to her mouth, her hands trembled ever so slightly, betraying the mix of emotions swirling inside her.
The warm aroma of the stew wafted towards her, its comforting fragrance offering a small solace amidst the sea of loneliness. Her fingers delicately gripped the spoon, their movements tentative as if unsure of their purpose.
The knight, stationed behind her, remained a constant presence.
His stern gaze fixed upon her, scrutinizing her every movement.