Flow Of Power
Old age cannot be obscured, my child. The body ages, loses its spark, yah! I may have my teeth,
but I won't speak for my feet, yah!
My hair remains,but my eyesight
isn't what it used to be.
~Lord Sher
Nima
The North
Saba
The Ashraf palace, in Nima's perception, felt eerily quiet with Lady Safah out of town. Despite any reservations Nima might have harbored about Safah and her entourage frequently traversing the hallways, she couldn't deny the void left in the wake of Safah's absence. The monotony of palace life became palpable, and an unspoken yearning for the vibrant energy Safah brought lingered in the air.
Although Lady Safah's assertiveness and the presence of her attendants might have irked Nima, she now found herself missing the excitement Safah infused into every day. There was an elusive spark in Safah's company that Nima couldn't quite pinpoint, but its absence left a noticeable void.