Dance Of Power
The eagle may fly high, but it comes down for food and water.
~Safah
Safah
The North
Khaldhum
The golden carriage gracefully came to a stop at the entrance of the Haras manor in Khaldhum, Safah composed herself, aware that the next phase of her journey required a delicate touch. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the weighty discussions and strategic conversations that had unfolded during the journey.
The Haras estate welcomed them with its imposing gates and well-tended gardens. Lady Safah, flanked by her select Baldar guards and accompanied by Zain and his contingent of royal guards, stepped out of the carriage. The grandeur of the surroundings reflected the status and influence of the Haras family in the North.