Nuru's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the weight of the decision before her. She knew she had to tread carefully, considering not only her own well-being but also the future of her son. There was much to contemplate, and she could not allow herself to be swayed by Rhaet's clever words and calculated schemes.
As he left the room, Nuru's mind was filled with questions and doubts. The path ahead seemed shrouded in uncertainty.
As for Vaises, his defeat at Aragon's hands, tempered with mercy, had kindled a fierce fire within him. Fueled by simmering emotions, he chose to delay his return to Ditrayn, biding his time while fate weaved its intricate tapestry.
Unbeknownst to him, Rhaet, ever the opportunist, had seized this golden moment, seizing control of the neglected castle and further solidifying his position amidst the ever-shifting tides of power.
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