Chamber Of Secrets
Strength lies in adaptability.
~Lord Sher
Nima
The North
Saba
The weight of the Sher house bore down on Nima like an oppressive force, enveloping the Ashraf palace in an air of unease. The old lord seemed relentless, a constant presence that allowed her little respite. His grandsons trailed her like vigilant guardians, their watchful eyes intensifying the sense of scrutiny.
Amidst this turmoil, her grandfather, Lord Anwar, offered reassurance, advising her to take the time she needed. However, even his seasoned guidance couldn't fully shield her from the palpable tension that permeated the palace. Every move she made, every decision she contemplated, seemed to echo within the walls of the Ashraf palace.
Lord Dakir entered the study, his demeanor a blend of formality and deference. Nima motioned for him to take a seat, the desk between them now laden with scrolls and documents demanding their scrutiny.