Chapter 7

Years had passed since Eldoria had faced the brink of war and emerged victorious under the steadfast leadership of Tristan and Lyra. The kingdom had thrived in the aftermath, blossoming under a renewed era of peace and prosperity. Amidst the tranquil rhythms of daily life, Tristan and Lyra found their hearts full with a joy they had once feared might elude them—a joy born of the love they shared and the family they had built together.

In the sun-dappled courtyard of the royal palace, laughter echoed like music as Tristan and Lyra watched their children play. Aiden, their eldest son, bore Tristan's steadfast demeanor and Lyra's thoughtful gaze. At his side was Elara, named after Lady Elara, her fiery spirit matched only by her mother's unwavering determination.

Lyra, her hair streaked with silver now, smiled fondly at the sight before her. "They grow so quickly," she remarked softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of pride and wonder.