497 Small And Pitiful

The Demonstone Castle, perched high above a realm of shadows and whispers, offered a breathtaking view from its courtyards.

It was in one such courtyard that Rowena found herself lost in thought, her gaze sweeping over the vast expanse that stretched out beneath the castle walls. 

The air was crisp, carrying with it the promise of twilight, when a gentle, silvery voice broke the serene quiet.

"The scenery from here is quite beautiful and appropriate for your eyes, Your Majesty," Naida remarked, her tone laced with admiration and respect. 

As Rowena turned to face her, Naida offered a graceful bow and was dressed in her usual elegant red garments.

"I wanted to talk to you, but with so much going on, I couldn't find the time until now," Rowena confessed, her voice tinged with the weight of her responsibilities and the turmoil that had kept her from seeking out this conversation sooner.